"We were born and raise then to be let go of- When that time comes, we'll find the essence of our own presence- Of living." Living Living I could say that I am kinda lost in that. I was alive just 20 years ago or so. And then raised by two; whom I was told to call dad and mom. I've grown up by time. I met people, I watched them taken by time; to grow up just as I did. Or to grow wrinkles, for those which time took them to live way longer than I did. Dad taught me the essence of living, mom taught me how to live. Of my own, on my own. Then I was let go of, meeting people who will grow wrinkles just as I will by time. By the mean time, I find a piece that belongs to the essence of living, and one thing that will help me how to go through life. That piece, that one thing is a someone. She was belonged in between the people who will grow wrinkles. Love. I talked to her about the essence of living and then the way to live. She talked back to me about those things as well. She gave me a smile, she said she was interested in me. She said we were similar. Like we were one piece that was separated into two by time. But by time too, we were fitted in together again. That way, she taught me about love. Then, Perhaps, Maybe I have found the essence of living. By meeting her, I have stopped looking. I didn't even know what I was looking for. But the clueless me wasn't clueless anymore when she came in to my life. I was looking for her... I live to find her. And that I live to live with her, is how I live my life. Mom and dad were happy when they met her too. Dad said I looked fulfilled. Mom said I was ready. And then I was married to her. She said we will grow wrinkles together by now. And that I would be able to count her wrinkles that'll grow bit by bit. And she would be able to do the same too with mine. By time, One day she announced that we'll have the little me. Whom will be taught the essence of living by me, and how to live by her. And we'll let them go to find their own, to live their own. And to grow wrinkles. We then have our little human. I named her Yoona. Yet, Before I could teach her the essence of living, Time stopped me. Time took my little me.