The one who won from the battle between the angels who live inside your heart and the demons who trapped inside your head only matters when the death calls you to say a grim reaper is on his way.....
Everyone else says 'he died', but I say 'he lived.' Because I know the beautiful life he led. When I see them crying because they missed him, I smile because I found him. Yes, I found him right next to my shoulder. And then they say 'he's gone', but I see him coming towards me as an angel every single day. I know even time flies day by day he'll still be here with me. While whispering warm words to my ear to give me strength for things I fear. I can talk with him any time to tell him how I feel. His speechless smile speaks thousands of words a living human can never speak. So maybe the death has power to separate us physicially but never mentally. As I see how powerless the death is from my whole heart. And that's the beautiful secret, the death holds is all about!!!
If you think you lost someone because of the death, think again.
-Niki-
