Just talking to myself...

You said you found a place where we could escape to. Somewhere where there wasn't a single soul to disturb our meditations. A place covered in sand and was blooming with grasslands. Somewhere where we could come alive again. It is there that you told me that life is painful and messed up. That it gets complicated at the worst of times, and sometimes you have no idea where to go or what to do. You warned me that people just let themselves get washed away, dropping into a wide open, huge abyss. Without you uttering a single word, I knew that's why we have to keep trying. You looked into my eyes, and said that the things that hurt us are the things that make us strongest. At that moment we both realised that a life without experience, is no life at all. We took each other's hand and made a promise right there and then that even when it hurts, we'll never stop ourselves from living.