After passing by countless people, we finally surrender to just one — someone we can no longer move past, no matter what.
All the thorns and tangles somehow align — the good, the bad, the tears, sleepless nights, ocean-deep joys — everything gets stitched around that one person like a thread through a needle.
We can’t simply walk away from them,
and yet, we can’t just pull them into a tight embrace whenever we wish.
So, we roam through life carrying a timeless hour of waiting in our hearts.
In all of this lies our happiness;
within this, we find our reason to live.