It's been difficult to understand love in walks through life. How things can and can't be put together, how shapes don't match the shadows of our past, making healing harder to face every single day. And lights just stays dim in every moment I breathe. I'm trying to move forward but I keep looking back, hoping it would enlighten me to know what the future means to me. That having someone to move makes it feel less lonely, a journey to share a life with, but it never was and now I forget that I'm someone too, that I'm human too and within this bittersweet silence, I find myself little by little and hopefully someday would know what is real and isn't.