做你的爱人

"The one that I loved the most in my life
Can I love you one more time?
Allow me to learn to be your lover..."

Part of a song that I heard for the first time yesterday, yet it touched me so much I had to write something in this special day...

I have ceased contact to that special someone, yet I've still dreamed of him from time to time. In my dreams, every encounter is sweet and sad at the same time. I cannot get too much beyond reality even in the dreams, how pathetic is that?

Growing-up means that I can finally learn to bury my feelings into my own heart, not even allowing myself to touch it most of the time because, every time I tried to revive it, my heart would be torn into pieces once again...