When I don't understand, I read. I read so that what's been said in the past, will make sense of the current situation. And it did. It does. It helps me see you. Again.
You lose, you lose again And then you gain. You lose once more, and you don't know why life treats you so badly, But then you gain. It's a journey of losing and gaining. And somehow it balances out. And you start to notice the gains, Once you've made it. And trust me You'll remember your losses, And you'll thank them.
All I'm begging for is one more lifetime with you. Is that too much to ask for? Because I have so much to say to you. I have nobody that I can share my pain with. But I know if I sat with you, you'd listen and I'd look at you, your face and your gentle eyes and I'd be reassured that you understand me. Not an hour, not a day but one lifetime. One more chance to be your daughter.
There are many ways to say 'I love you'. If I asked you to tell me, you'd write a list. And there is the gesture of beautiful flowers, and the comment that comes along: "I know you love the colour orange" "Thank you! How beautiful! And the pink?" "They are both for you! Mix the m up!"
The message is simple though, love the ones you love. Love them with all you've got. The love you give, will come back to you. The love you deserve, will stay.
There are hard days, detachment days, and withdrawal symptoms suffered but when you get over that, you're so good. Everything's good. You can say it now is.