A borrowed time. A borrowed person. A borrowed happiness.
Only memories will always be mine because I'm holding on to them; I think about them over and over again and that make them more alive within me.
Through it, I make my heart suffer.
But, I'm still thankful for those borrowed matters because they made me realize that life will not deprive me of the people I should know, of the emotions I have to feel, of the thoughts that should be, and should not be cherished, of the scenes that I need to accept.
Part of me is hoping that those borrowed matters will happen again. They might not be the same like the first time I have them... I know that they will still bestow gaiety and what else I anticipate ?-That of all the hearts in the world, mine, would be more sentient.
The main thing is that, I'm hoping that they will exist again at the right time with the right one. That they will stay longer in my life, longer than they did before., it's just that...my soul is desiring for several longer borrowed matters.