Awake

They say that life takes you by surprise. They say the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry. They say life is unpredictable, that it can take as quickly as it can give. They say the only constant is change and the only true certainty death.

But every once in a while, life gives. It unveils surprises you would not expect. It reveals a charm so rarely seen. It provides the needs so desperate in longing.

So life offers a gift ever so rarely, a gift that should and must be treasured, a gift to be held close and not to be discarded, a gift not to let go of.

And you are that gift, that surprise...

So I pray to stay awake for as long as I can, for as long as time can hold the daylight. So I pray to keep awake for every moment, to memorise you. In the vain hope to always see you this way. In the surreal struggle to hold the here and now for eternity.

To say 'I love you' is cheap for words, these words, have lost their value. Vacant. Void. These words, once yielding such power, have now become floating signifiers, dislocated, demystified. For such an utterance has long since been misused and abused. To mutter it in any language, in any tongue, is frivolous for it merely glosses over the emptiness with a sheen of shallowness.

So I will just say... Thank you... for being a part of my life...

You bring tears to my eyes. And that is all I can say. That is all I will say.

For you.