Things tend to get difficult. I try n look for Happiness. But I fail. A personality that has a pessimistic trait plays catalyst in stressful situations.

Its damning. It creates a vacuum. A space devoid of any happiness. Particles are all fading pleasantaries. A reminiscent debris of what was.

The lone part I can hold onto; is your hand. You provide life. There maybe another one like you somewhere close. But you are enough. I just want it to be you.

We may be another average duo on this planet. But in my world, When all is sucked into a black hole. It is you I will look for. My sole shining star. The light of my life.

Its intense how deep emotions get and fill the heart such that the eyes tear up automatically. Unknown to consequences that may be caused.

A delicate heart that cups the precious liquid of Love is always in the hands of frisky beings. They may drop it all, they might save some.

But its a magical grail of love, ever filling, overflowing. That’s what gives me the power to believe, this too shall pass.

Never isolate me. Never doubt for a second my affection. Never hesitate to confront. Never be ashamed to confide.

I will listen, and I will patiently understand.

Love,

Big Human

Maa.