"I promise I won't leave you like he did.", my heart whispers to my mother while I comb her messy hair, hoping one day she would look at me and believe it in her heart too. Not so many days ago, I have turned the forest of love within me into a seed and buried it somewhere in the corner of my soul, it's not the time for spring yet. Love didn't stay when the face my mother loved left us all alone, I was afraid I wasn't vast enough to house that side of it. When the time is right, I will open my heart again and water the seed, until I become human-shaped love. Till then, I will just learn to stay, despite the changing seasons of life. Perhaps, togetherness is wordless sometimes, it's nothing like the poems one memorizes. It's quiet. Sometimes, staying says everything words can't. Now that I am a big girl, I will learn to be a silent lover, the one who doesn't promise much, the one who still never leaves home behind.
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