I was 20 years old when we first met. You were 23.
I was a country girl who moved to the city and was completely helpless.
I didn’t go to college. Instead I tried my best to work, but in the end it lead me nowhere.
And then you came up. One day after meeting you, I was wandering the street, like a stray cat walking here and there.
In a catch of a glimpse, we found one another and you took me to paradise.
Sadly, you had to leave me. Either way, you turned out to show eventually.
How could I know that later on there was a baby growing inside me?
How could I imagine that you’d ask me to marry you and you’d say that you’d also take care of our child?
How could I possibly think you’d fall for me and I’d fall for you?
Was fate that joined us? Maybe it was, surely I don’t know, yet I believe it was.
No matter how far we are from each other and how different we are in person.
I do know you love me and you too know I love you.
Life is a fucked up mess full of ups and downs. In any way, love always wins.
From me to you, it goes a distance from here to there.
Thank you embracing me when I was having a bad dream and calming me down.
Thank you for holding my hand when I had nobody to hold to.
Thank you for being there when no one was.
Thank you for giving strength when I had none.
Thank you for loving me, for I love you too.
Love of mine, look me in the eyes; what do you see? Watch my lips; what do you read? Hear my voice; what do you believe?