i've never dared to dream. maybe that's why i'm so uninteresting. sometimes i wish i could dream and believe in it. sometimes i wish it could be true, but i dare not immerse myself in it. lest i hold on to too high a hope and be disappointed. lest i be dissatisfied with the lot cast to me. all the sweet talk and niceness - can it last an eternity? can you guarantee it will not change down the years? i don't want to pierce myself through with many sorrows. but like she said, a threefold cord is stronger. i can only be sure of the sweetness of His love, who changes not forever. the sweetness, not too sweet that it makes you sick, but the gentle, pure sweetness, coating the bruised bitterness of our encounters. when can i ever grasp fully of it and not let it go? how long must i repeat this, to hold it and then to let it slip, and to wander helpless and desperate till i'm brought back once again to the fold? is this the pattern i must go through so i will cherish each time of union i have with Him?
is there happily-ever-after on earth? i believe not. because earth does not exist in ever-after.