it's been so long...

there are meanings that can't be found in a dictionary.
like that of a glance. of moments. of silent moments. of certain circumstances. of love.
maybe there are, but they do not really capture the real essence. just more on the surface.

if only i could tie you up with me in a knot or two
then i don't have to think about where you are or what you do---

there are always these do's and will's and can't's and would's and could's and if only's and hope's and believe's but most of the time it's always just in the mind.
and in the end, there's just gonna be
you and me
or me and you
or only me.

or the only one i'm gonna think of tonight

and that's only you.

you're an old flame that never ceases to burn in my heart.
you're my blinding light in the dark.
you're the melody in every song that i sing; the one who keeps me alive, my reason for breathing.

you to me are heaven's greatest glory;

you are my favorite story.

i wandered off to some place to find the missing piece in my puzzle.
and now i'm here, standing right in front of you.
i have known. but i never believed, for i thought i could be happy, but all i knew was pain.
i have tried to bury all the memories in the sand, only to find out that they are engraved into my very soul.
i continued to seek, i've searched for so long. if only i haven't been such a fool, i would have believed what my heart dictates, that the person i am looking for is standing right here in front of me.
but it seems that i was not meant to exist in this place.
now i'm trying to find myself another place to live in, because i could not find any place for me in your heart.
i'm leaving it all behind.
now that i'm alone, i could find my own way, that's for sure.
i've already gone so far.

but i'm still hoping that someday i will be able to find my way home back to you.

what do u think?

the problem is, you're never really there;
and the truth is, you never really cared--

..you are my favorite story.

answer = you

i could almost touch the answer, only i think i was reaching with the wrong hand.

- Remember Me, Christopher Pike

it's not fair.

you gave meaning to my life.
but you took it all away when you said you never really cared.

remind me that we always have each other.

you and i collide. but when we do, we break in two.

おやすみなさい。