Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

Observe her as she lights a cigarette, puts her phone on silent, strokes her hair with the left hand and silently stands on the balcony to watch the skyline lighting up the darkness of the city, trying to figure if she is happy, or maybe, just trying to understand what happiness means to her.

Gaze at her, hear the words she doesn’t say as she looks into your eyes holding your hand, for there will be days when utterances will not find her, or she will not find them.

Know that she doesn’t talk much. After all, she is still too afraid to give away all of herself, because people in the past haven’t cared for her the way she wanted to, that she has learnt to find peace in herself, in the dark moon and in her favourite pack of cigarettes.

She will not open up to anyone and she will close herself out totally because she does not feel good talking about her vulnerable sides, she will give you a hundred reasons to believe that she is okay. But let her lie on your lap and stroke her hair and tell her you will stay.
And if you stay…

She will make you her home, and she will bet his life on never letting you go.

If you stay, she will always stand before through anything. Whatever comes for you will always have her standing first. If you stay, she will never let you fail ever again.

If you stay, she will make the stars fall at your feet, she will love you for life and in the world that lies beyond it.