A Process

 A process....

Then, this is my process. yah, a process. I call it as a process. Process to become a simple-mind. I started to walk, to forget. Towards an adulthood. Though I do not call myself as a wise woman or even an adult. Sometimes when you're not being you, you want to ask, does the world still know you? I'm in the process of forgetting. The word "too" it could make things become messy. When I start to walking later, I call it as forgotten. Your smile determines how you see and think about the world around you. It's good to have a beautiful mind but an even Greater gift is to discover a beautiful heart. You know why it's hard to be happy? It's Because We refuse to let go of the Things That make us sad. Sometimes you forget, how to make yourself happy? While you've been trying to give attention, but only feel one-sided opened. I'm in the process of being simple. Simple as possible. I will try. 

I cannot describe how much I miss you. For two years ago.. You saw my heart, and you helped me see it, too.  Thank you for the prayers.  Thank you for your patience when I was stubborn and hardheaded.  Thank you for encouraging me to be a better woman.  I'm not sure you realize the impact you've had on my life, but I just want to say thank you.  God knew I needed you.  I hope I can be the kind of friend, a love or a work-partner that you are to me. Thank you...