Love, in this forsaken place, could come in countless forms. 3 years had passed, and our imperfections that were carved out together had endowed me with a surge of confidence for my future. His dreams have been fueling his passion, and the goals that seek are what that make opportunities come by. He had always been my prized possession, and always will be. The decision is almost final, and 2 years will soon be over (again). Last night Jy asked if I’d miss him when he’s gone - This is our world where problems thunder in like freight trains, and my answer to him was, indefinitely yes. My only solace was knowing that these 2 years will be a stable foundation to a slowly meted out future.
Cause life doesn’t just stop here.