Don't let me hold you

My dear beloved,
Please hold my hand
For I can not hold yours
I may hold you too loose
Or maybe too close
And if we cross the bridges
And if it should fall
I may lose my grip
And let you go

But if you hold mine
I know we'll be fine
Your hand will never feel too tight
Even if the night is full of fright
And it's you I wish
That would let go
If the odds for both of us are damn too low

And if you hold me once more
Trust that we'll make it even through the storm...

I love you

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

But you don't.

Second chances

I was 17 when I promised my late father that I would go places and I would take him and my mom to those worlds. More than a decade has passed and I am still unable to keep that promise. I am stuck in a moment, like the big river stone growing each year in the same place and never having the chance to move.

Life maybe about second chances, i guess. and about forgiving ourselves for everything, every failure,every opportunities passed and every wasted minute of unhapiness.