I ask myself again and again why I am here.
I can’t find the answer.
Until one day, I meet you just right here.
I want to know who I care for in the world.
I am not sure who is a right person.
Until one day, when I open the message box.
I am so excited to read your writing.
I want to know the reason that I am still here.
I am waiting for your response.
Until one day, I hear you say:
I hope you are here.
Why am I here?
You know the answer.
And you see the reason.
You are always the solution.