haven't written for a long time. over 9 months. that's the life span of a fetus growing inside the womb.
yeah, life happened. outside the womb. inside the heart.
the waiting has ceased to exist. what remains now is the part where me and him exist, the way neruda said so.
so today i write about the story of a love that has come a long way from its one step forward two steps back rhythm. the melody is not flawless. a note or two may be missing or out of tune. but i like the imperfect harmony. it makes me look forward to the days when we can finally play our perfect song.
yeah, life is happening.
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