I am a man who always lived behind the shadows. I am so frightened and terrified of what the world could do in my vulnerability. The world seems so dangerous, scary, and confusing. Everyone who always comes in my life had barely tried to pull me out into the sun or push me out into the darkness.

I am not even surprised when people leave me all alone. I am used to it. I have memorized the aching footsteps of every person, bidding their goodbyes to me. It had produced its own sound, a stark melody reverberating through my ears.

I have been misunderstood, bullied, and rejected too many times. It is simply because of the way I speak for myself in the language that had cultured me. It is because how I view the world from an entirely different perspective, always with a new pair of eyes. It is because of how I express what I truly feel through writing, putting my words in a dimension that only I could understand. But I was never sorry for who really I am.

I honestly thought that I would never find real love. Then, you came along, rushing towards me like a leaf twirling gracefully around the wind. It was just too fast. I became a weird disorganized human being as simple things turned too complex. It made me feel dumb just because my brain worked indifferently.

These uncontained feelings and excitements unveiled a glimpse of the future and a bunch of hopes to hold on. And for the first time in my life, I feel so infinite.

Even if someone had told me that, it was not going to work out. No matter how we fight for this love and the struggles we had gone through and all of our hard works would just end in heartaches.

But, I would not care. I would still be here.
I would have said yes. A thousand times, yes.

I would have suffered it all for the little chance to stand up here today. I am working in progress. You did not ask me to come out of the shadows. But you help me to move away from anything that’s blocking the sun, instead.

It is time for both of us, head held high, to walk into the sunshine together.