Perfection.

Finding perfections is a never ending quest

We often forget

That sometimes

is found 

Underneath of all those imperfect rubbles

And that is how I always picture

Of us.

The more I scrap through the surface

Digging tunnels and holes

The more I see of us,

The perfection that lies within.

Because beauty happens to exist when we are overlooking

Often passed when we are to busy

Finding ways to mend the cracks

And to attend our bothered minds

Forgetting the warmth of sunlights reflected on our skins

When in fact, it was right in front of our eyes.

Because happiness often regarded

As a fantasy, a phantom

An untraceable shadow

When we are actually engulfed by it, all these while without us knowing.

And the worse of all, is when we began to throw away things that we never knew we had, happens to be the things we were looking for, all our lives.

Missing you is always a strength

No matter how painful it is sometimes

Therefore I will never give up on telling you 'I miss you's.

Loving you is always liberating

Never once I felt strangled by it

Therefore I will never get tired of saying 'I love you's.

In between all those,

I knew, that

With all my life,

I have found grace, and peace

Over my scrapped knees from praying.

Because you are,

Indeed,

The answer to all of my prayers.

In my own special way

I love you,

And I miss you so.