After all those months of battling, huge effort, excruciating pain, I finally come to conclusion that:
Love, is made for the strong. And in the midst of those strong, a few are lucky to remain forever.
Well, how can I wish we were strong enough while I think we already reach the peak of our strength and the only path we can go through is to go down and low?
So, no, I am surely not wishing we were stronger because after all that we have been through, I am proudly awarding you as my hero already, so that the whole world would know, how standing against us only makes us stronger and tougher.
But my love,
oh, my love,
our strength and toughness will not help us any longer
because in this very moment,
you can not imagine how I really wish we were not that strong, nor that tough, but just lucky enough to be infinite.