If only you could see yourself the way I see you, you would know the kind of beauty you hold. If only you knew how much I bleed when I see you in pain, you would cry too. If only you knew how many times I question if my reality is not a dream, you would know how much you mean to me. If only you knew how much I wish you could take things the way they come and not care of what lies in store, you too would perhaps..

But, life is more than a wish granting machine and regardless of all the wishes I make when I am unable to sleep, the bottom line remains that “IF” is the word that has destroyed too many lives, ended too many stories, killed too many dreams and broken too many hearts.

I do not know where we are headed but the…