A Sad Lament

Like how the desert thirst for even the fewest drops of rain, I missed you. Unfathomable as it may seem to many but I am aching for a moment just to have a sight of you. To hold you would be a stroke of my luck and to love you will be the fate that I would trade the world for. I love you, my everdearest. Though this may sound just like a poetic piece of literature, understand that these words would not be written if my heart is empty and not beating.

You crashed into me one day and our pieces collided altogether that we cannot isolate each from the other. I cannot part myself from you and you from me. We are entwined. It is only human to feel that I am one with you. I submit myself. I surrender.

I felt love in its highest form. Forgiving, unselfish and trusting. This is what you have made me of. There is no reason to refuse it. You are the water that flows in the stream and I am just flowing with you, not being afraid of the fall at the end because right then, I knew that however high the fall would be, you are still with me, enveloping me with your current - because we are whole. The plunge may be deep or the bottom could be rocky and it may hurt but you are with me. And I could find peace with that thought.

However the time and distance separates us now, not even in a brief second of my conscious and unconscious self have you ever parted from my existence on this temporal Earth. We are holding on that one day, we will be together and it will happen someday. Though it may still be a far away place and the absence sometimes makes the hope futile and the someday appears bleak, I believe that I could reach that place with you. The longing only keeps me alive and wanting.

My beloved, you will be the reality of my dreams. And if this is a fairy tale that I am living now, I beseech you to be my real-life Prince. I know in my heart that I could love only you and your love would be enough to keep me forever.

Each day is the beginning of the rest of our lives and I could only regret of the days that I am not with you. It is the sad lament of a heart that loves.