que sera, sera
i am a fool
to be dreaming
the way i do.
you have sparked
a type of hope
i have not held dear
in too long.
you are distracting me
from all the wrong
in this life.
when we speak,
i cannot help but believe:
all is good.
you unknowingly give me
constant reassurance.
i doubt
i will be able to doubt any more.
why must i doubt
when all you have been to me
is so so good?
do you think--
i cannot ask.
i don't want to rush in.
as much as i want to know
how this story ends,
i do not.
so i pray the will of God
allows all that is meant to be, to be.
even if
what is meant to be is not
what i hope and dream it will be.
surely you understand, my dear.
i of course, want whatever
this is to grow and last for our lifetime.
but what if it does not?
must i never move on?
must i stay brooding
and never admit:
it was lovely
while it lasted?
i am not that person.
so i think i will enjoy this
while it is mine.
because history will reveal:
i might lose this to disappointment,
or to my steadfast self.
prove me wrong please.
i do not want you to experience
my coldness.
as far as i can see,
you are not deserving.
therefore, i will share
my warmth with you.
i want to take this
day by day.
yet,
i think so much of tomorrow.
but you do as well.
so long as,
i am not alone.
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"'tis better to have
loved and lost
than never to have
loved at all."
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
