My Beloved.

Something alarmed me and made me want to cry tonight.

This self-imposed search of yours is making me start to forget about you...

I saw a photograph of you and I realized that you are slowly turning into a stranger.

I'm trying hard to hold on to you. But you are turning into fine sand without me realizing it...

This waiting heart, perhaps in reality, is already tired.

Still... I'm sticking to my stubborn nature.

My error had always been faith.

So be it then...