What happened if two was once lovers met in a busy subway of New York? How will the conversation start? What's their reactions would look like?
Think of your favorite bedtime story. As you learn to memorize the lines day by day, imagining the scenes in your thoughts every night and suddenly it becomes a habit before going to bed. By the time you got over it, realizing you are too old to stick with them, you will look for a more mature stories which you can relate on. A story that will depicts the reality of life - that life is not about happily every after but surviving and choosing decisions every minutes of it. With our busy life, our work and other priorities we come home, eat and sleep. No more bedtime story. Then one day, while sitting in your room as you watch the sky cries and roars you suddenly remembers it. Your feet took you to the place where you left it and suddenly there is an unexplained rush of excitement to reread it again. And as you slowly turns the pages you cannot help but smile thinking the memories you had once.
We always have that very special someone in our lives. Someone that made our life so meaningful and beautiful. The one that make us lose our balance but at the same time keep us on our equilibrium. The first person that sees the true us - our one true love, our soul mate. Soul mates are not the person whom we will get married and have children with. They can be the middle person whom you have a magical connection with. The person who has been and will always be there for you no matter whatever the circumstances maybe. The person who chooses to stay behind the curtain as everybody plays their roles on the stage. And when life caught us in between, the memories of that person always give us a recurrent burst of love and safety. Like a music that keeps on playing in our hearts eventhough we forgot the lyrics. Just like our favorite bedtime story - we may not be able to have read it again but it stays in our hearts, the ex-lovers met in the subway - time fast so fast and changed their lives but the sparks is still there.
And just like them, in the middle of the night where I cant sleep, I keep on replaying you.
Think of your favorite bedtime story. As you learn to memorize the lines day by day, imagining the scenes in your thoughts every night and suddenly it becomes a habit before going to bed. By the time you got over it, realizing you are too old to stick with them, you will look for a more mature stories which you can relate on. A story that will depicts the reality of life - that life is not about happily every after but surviving and choosing decisions every minutes of it. With our busy life, our work and other priorities we come home, eat and sleep. No more bedtime story. Then one day, while sitting in your room as you watch the sky cries and roars you suddenly remembers it. Your feet took you to the place where you left it and suddenly there is an unexplained rush of excitement to reread it again. And as you slowly turns the pages you cannot help but smile thinking the memories you had once.
We always have that very special someone in our lives. Someone that made our life so meaningful and beautiful. The one that make us lose our balance but at the same time keep us on our equilibrium. The first person that sees the true us - our one true love, our soul mate. Soul mates are not the person whom we will get married and have children with. They can be the middle person whom you have a magical connection with. The person who has been and will always be there for you no matter whatever the circumstances maybe. The person who chooses to stay behind the curtain as everybody plays their roles on the stage. And when life caught us in between, the memories of that person always give us a recurrent burst of love and safety. Like a music that keeps on playing in our hearts eventhough we forgot the lyrics. Just like our favorite bedtime story - we may not be able to have read it again but it stays in our hearts, the ex-lovers met in the subway - time fast so fast and changed their lives but the sparks is still there.
And just like them, in the middle of the night where I cant sleep, I keep on replaying you.
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