I embraced this morning with a hearty sleep.
I woke, and slept again, and woke, and went back to sleep.
Like that, until sometime around ten thirty.
In the afternoon, I picked up the last Dove milk chocolate PROMISES Message,
and there it said, "Hey, why not?"
So I said, "For a lot of reasons: first, it'd distract me from my schoolwork;
second, I'd be binded from my limitless future; third, we're not meant to be;
and for many many other reasons that I cannot explain."
Then I heard my heart say, "Hey, why not?"
"I've told you, for many reasons, strong reasons," my mind shouted.
Still, my heart said, "Hey, why not?"
So I realized that I have surrendered.
Omens, beginner's luck, to motivate one to his or her Personal Legend, huh?
That's the novel I've mentioned, it's called The Alchemist.
I can't stop myself from thinking that it was the beginning instead of the end.
And that, is so wrong.
But there're still more than two years to go.
Why, nothing will be more than what had past, though.
It's gone; it's all gone.
And it's good, isn't it? Grand, isn't it?
Great, isn't it? Swell, isn't it? Fun, isn't it? But nothing stays.
"I love you; please stay ignorant about my feeling,
and don't you ever lay an eye on me.
I'll be waiting for the day when I cease loving you.
Do leave me alone, right here, waiting."
That's the farewell I've been at.
One that I can't get rid of since yesterday.
I woke, and slept again, and woke, and went back to sleep.
Like that, until sometime around ten thirty.
In the afternoon, I picked up the last Dove milk chocolate PROMISES Message,
and there it said, "Hey, why not?"
So I said, "For a lot of reasons: first, it'd distract me from my schoolwork;
second, I'd be binded from my limitless future; third, we're not meant to be;
and for many many other reasons that I cannot explain."
Then I heard my heart say, "Hey, why not?"
"I've told you, for many reasons, strong reasons," my mind shouted.
Still, my heart said, "Hey, why not?"
So I realized that I have surrendered.
Omens, beginner's luck, to motivate one to his or her Personal Legend, huh?
That's the novel I've mentioned, it's called The Alchemist.
I can't stop myself from thinking that it was the beginning instead of the end.
And that, is so wrong.
But there're still more than two years to go.
Why, nothing will be more than what had past, though.
It's gone; it's all gone.
And it's good, isn't it? Grand, isn't it?
Great, isn't it? Swell, isn't it? Fun, isn't it? But nothing stays.
"I love you; please stay ignorant about my feeling,
and don't you ever lay an eye on me.
I'll be waiting for the day when I cease loving you.
Do leave me alone, right here, waiting."
That's the farewell I've been at.
One that I can't get rid of since yesterday.
