Dear Piggy
It is 8th August 2011- a day of mine to lie dormant at home. It is refreshing for me to take a deep breath. Days with you is just like drama series. We been facing so many startling events, and yet this time we simply just crossed within the death line. It was on 6th, a new spiraling point for us. Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale. Undoubtedly, am no longer having the drama series. Instead, I had a fairy tale. It sounded so naïve. Don’t ask questions of fairy tales. It wouldn’t be a definite answer as it doesn’t exist elsewhere. It is not easy to come to this point. Pig, life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass; it is all about dancing in the rain. As said, life is unpredictable. You’ll have bad days, and good, and really in the end, the only thing that matters is whose still there by your side. And I will keep your promises. Pig, a smile on you is a sign of care, and a sign of love. I want you to be the artist of me:A newness-eye, a oneness-heart & a fulness-life.
P/s: If someone would ask me what a beautiful life means, I would lean my head on your shoulder, hold you close to me and answer with a smile, “Like this”
