Time Of Purpose

To everything there is a season. And a time to every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die. A time to wipe and a time to laugh. A time to plant, and a time to reap. 

Could it be? What if all that you ever shared with someone you love was just planting something for the future. A future that neither of you could have predicted. Somehow, your love have prepared you for. What if, it's time for you to reap all of that now, when you seem to need it more than ever. 

It was incredible seeing you again. But you are my land, my water, my sky.. you always will be. So whatever you decide, be happy. And know that you are loved. Whenever you wanna come back, there will always be a place for you. With stars above your head and starred lilies beneath your feet. A tree for you to climb, with a great view of our city. It took some 2 days to know and it took me 4 years to realize.

Everybody's love story is different. Sometimes, it just take time. A lot of time. There is a time to write stories, and a time to live your own.