by paul albert gatdula   Feb 11, 2018

She is fire, I was water.
She is cold, I was warm.
She is the sun, I was the earth.
But eventually the tables have turn.
While she is fire, she thrive me to be the best, while she is cold, she kept me warm inside unconsciously.
While she is the sun, I always look forward to see her when the night has end.
But then I wonder, what if she has a fire to keep her going, Her coldness to thrive her to be her best, She have her sun to look forward to.
What if I was just a tiny dust for her? Not even knowing my existence? My what ifs will soon be reality, Neither existence nor alive to made her see I am here.


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