By My Hidden Soul
♥ Call Him.. Call Your First Love ♥
Ever tried calling someone whom you know will answer? Your soul faints, your heart misses him. Then finally, he came telling how much he misses you too. You listen to a song that reminds you of his promises–never failing and endless– and he keeps on whispering I love you.
How could you live without him? How could you sing and write when the only melody you produce and the only word you say is him? Without him, you’re dead coz he is the source of your life. He is your life, your survival, your only hope, and your light.
Once, you said you’re fine with your gold, and with your silver you can be happy. But on his love, you will find more than a diamond or a pearl; something you can call serenity. Tomorrow won’t be forever; all these things shall pass away. But he promises he’ll always stay.
You thought he’s gone and has forgotten you. Flowers stopped blooming for you, no more birds’ chirping in the mornings. And as the snowflakes find its ending on the ground, it becomes the starting point of your helplessness. Coldness creates emptiness.
Call him again, promise, he’ll answer. He never forgets you, but forgets your shortcomings instead. All these things have been erased by his love that keeps no record of your past. Now stand up and have hope… the hope you used to have. Start remembering him.. call him.. call your first love.
-yam’s hidden soul-
