It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember happiness. We have no scar to show from happiness. But with you, it's different. I'm stitching you on my heart, planting you in my mind, keeping you close to my soul. It's so strange, this feeling. When you begin to let your heart be touched, you begin to discover that it's bottomless, that it doesn't have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless. You begin to discover how much warmth and gentleness is there, as well as how much space. Space you never knew was there but, just enough space for that one person. Then I wish. I wish that you won't leave me, I wish that you'd stay. Because life is so much different, so much more surreal than your dreams even though it's the same concept, yet somehow much more magical. After everything I been through, I can finally say something good came out from my lies that I was okay, my constant crying under the covers, me asking myself if this life is really worth living. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.