Someday I want to tell a story about how you looked at my eyes and fixed my hair that day. Someday I want to show everyone, a garden we share, full of our memories.

Day after day, I have fallen to an idea of us. A hopeful thinking that maybe in this universe, we could happen. I planted roses of hopes in my heart hoping they would bloom, in time.

Meaningless conversations turned to deep contemplations of the makings of this world. A meta-analysis of our world as a whole. We shared a disdain of destiny and love as an idea as a whole. We embraced an idea of uncertainty. Que sera sera, remember?

Every night, we shared our heart's...