DreamingBird

The day before the day i met you, I had seen an angel in my dream, who lifted my wings, when I had forgotten how to fly, who opened all those doors, which i had tried to open for years. My eyes were open all of a sudden, my mind was so speechless, my heart was so happy. And then that day came, the day that i started to live again. Since that day, we went through everything, through tightly locked doors, through other friends, through all those happy and sad moments we had shared. I'm sorry about what i said today, I'm sorry about those feelings i destroyed, I'm sorry for all those wrong things i did. I'm sorry that I turn

The first time I saw you, I knew there was an unlightened candle, though as more far we went, the more candles we lighted, I lighted yours and You lighted mine. Now it is my turn, to light a candle, a candle that could shine very bright, a candle that could shine longer than you think, a candle that means alot to you. Though before we can light that candle, I have to show you a light, a light that you won't forget, a light that is going to last forever. That light, that is your belief...

I remember as if it was yesterday, me and you and so many others, walking down that street. We were having so much fun that we didn't think of anything sad so much fun, that we felt that it was the best moment we shared. If i could live one of those moments with you again, where we laughed, where we walked down the roads together, where we made fun of everyone in McD, where we had so much to talk... I can't tell you how much I miss those days, I only can say that it was great, great having fun with everyone else, great saying stupid jokes and still laughing at them. I miss those days so much....

And there he was, standing there in the rain, in the street where he had lost everything, all of his friends had been... could he say it ? should he say it ? should he say how they were ? how all of them just went away ? how none of them listened to what he had said ? he was so confused, yet he had a desire to go to them, to ask them why.. why they shouted at him, everytime he had tried to help them, why they screamed at him, everytime he needed them, why they turned their backs upon him, and never turned around, not even once to see what they had done... and when he tried to convince them, he hadn't done anything, how it