If you had never met me, you would have never loved me, if I had never met you, I would have never loved you. If you never showed me those feelings of overwhelming joy, excitement, happiness and pure love, I wouldn’t be longing for you, I wouldn’t be longing for that feeling. I wouldn’t have known real love and so I regret, the love, the pain, and you.

I am a tree, I am planted, trapped, stuck, but my leaves are swaying, leaving, dying.

My leaves are my happiness. My leaves are my loved ones. My leaves are my true identity and they are drifting and I am planted stuck.