Love is really nothing, but a dream that keeps waking me

Nothing is perfect in this life, in this world. Nothing.

I just realised that not everything will turn out as good as I expect them to. I learnt that it's ok if things get blurry and dull sometimes, its ok. It's ok if things get really tensed up and shaky, and you feel like throwing yourself all over the place. Its ok.

It's ok if you run out of words to say on the screen, and it's ok if you've heard the same thing over and over again. Its ok.

It's ok if your conversations feel like an empty tin, and it's still ok if your promises feel like a burden day by day. It's ok.

Because this is what being with someone is all about. You grow together, you fly together, you fall together, you catch each other. You try together, you fight together, you cry together. You learn together, you laugh together, you comfort each other.

So it's ok if things go bad. It's ok if things go really bad. It's ok if your feelings are all over the floor and you're probably too tired to put them back together. It's ok. Because at the end of the day, if the love was once there, it will forever be there. I promise.

Steady my breathing, silently screaming 'I have to have you now'.