Eight Three One

As I open my eyes each morning, the first thing that comes into my mind is to check whether or not your name appears in my inbox. Still hoping that you might have remembered me even for just a second.

Should I hate myself for hoping? Have I lost self respect for waiting for a single message from you?  Have I turned myself into an emotional beggar?  Or maybe I just miss you so badly...

Don't worry even though I feel this way, my faith and trust to you remains. I know you just need your own space to maintain that strong self discipline you have. We need our own space to focus on our dreams.

Each day, when I'm starting to feel so down, I just think of your words that day...

"I'm here.
Please don't cry.
I'm not leaving the way I left before.
I'm always here for you.
I'm here to listen to you.
I know the feeling of losing someone.
I know how it feels to be alone.
I was real, i am real.

We are in this world for a reason God 
created us all for a reason. We are the gifts of God. God wants us to enjoy life.

He doesn't like it when we cry so always smile and stay happy. Shine bright like a diamond"

You are real, and you showed me what is real. We will never have any of that fairytale moments, what we both want is a reality. 

In this reality we have, our dreams are bigger than who we are. Time wants us to learn how to be strong for ourselves then eventually be the strength of others.

Someday I'm still hoping that the bridges we are trying to build will meet and be a well founded bridge that would lead others to find their paths in building their own bridges towards their dreams.

I'm hoping that when that day comes we could still remember the eight letters, three words with one meaning , that we had almost said to each other with sincerity.

At this point, the reality I have is to face each day trusting myself of what I can do and become to make a difference in someone's day, as what you had made me feel that certain day. 

If I could trust you that much, why can't I trust myself? Everyday is a reality, and facing the real world makes us stronger; reality pushes us to believe in something greater, it pushes us so hard to believe in ourselves.

You are real as I am.
Your dreams are real as mine.
You struggle much as I am.
You believed in Me as much as I believed in you.

And always remember eight three one.

I love you.