“What are you fighting for?”
It asked her.
“What do you want to fight for?”
It asked her.
Pouring with emotions,
Finding the reasons,
Holding on to them,
Because he was the one who said them to her.
Because it means something to her.
How will he understand?
Like the seasons changing,
Like we never know when the rain is pouring,
All we can do is be accommodating,
To learn to give rather than take,
But sometimes to take, can be too much.
How will he/she know?
How much one cannot control the seasons changing.
How much one cannot stop the rain from pouring.
How much do you know if you are changing?
How much one have to adapt to change?
Because.. you know he/she is worth it.
Because.. This is all out of love.