Searching… for that one. It is like swimming in an ocean looking for the one fish that is just right. ‘Can I find him?’ The girl in the story asks. ‘Does he exist?’ The girl outside the story asks.
I can only hope he does exist. Even though no one knows whether it is going to last, one must believe the other person exists. Whatever there is to fight for, I hope it is worth it in the end.
Damn, the wounds have cut in so deep. Damn, the pain that has signed off with his name.
Damn the stranger who made me smile.
This I know, feelings are not going to last. Buddhism wisdom teaches that “reality is a process”. No “thing” exists, because everything that arises passes away. So let me embrace this moment now.
I am taking a chance out on life. I am hoping it will be worth it.
I hope... he is worth my time.
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