You might have noticed that I have played a game this month (well, starting from the 10th). One love poem where love conquers all, one despair poem where all is lost. Like a “He loves me, he loves me not game”. Today, he loves me, tomorrow he will love me not as the darkness falls again. And after the darkness has gone, any light, be it as frail as an extinguishing candle’s will shine like the brightest sun.
“If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.”
― Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept