I never stop believing in love. I still long for its magic to come. I donāt mind waiting. I donāt mind even though in between I experienced countless heart aches, no matter how many times my heart breaks I will still wait for you to come pick-up the pieces. Yes, it left numerous scars. Some of the bruises are fresh but Iām still holding on, I incline to time to dry and heal it. They will always be there. Their existence is my reminder of the things that could have been better. They are remnants of what went well and what went wrong. They were once smiles, frowns, laughter, and cries. They are my lessons. They are not disasters on my skin, they are the fragments of the places where I used to travel. Someday it will create a map, will pin point all the roads and railways, will set the route, for you to find me hereā alone, standing, and broken.