Messy Imperfect

For hundreds of times
I say
It doesn’t matter for 
The unanswered prayers,
The unrequited love,
The abandoned dreams,
The disrespect,
The mistreatment—
They are stations
Where I transit for a while
Just a while
Among all kind, beautiful stations of
Answered prayers,
Unconditional love,
Friendly respect,
Sweet treatment
With which I believe
This journey deserves meaning
Of which I choose my battles.

I’ve chosen
You
And no other.

——

I love my life as it is with its messiness and imperfection. Thank you!

the dirty soil left behind has presented a vase of tulips colouring these days

so delicate and alive like life ♥️