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CROSS THE ROAD
When I met you, we both stood at the edge of the busy highway. We both had lots of things to sort out on our own. We were scared of crossing the road, because we're scared of getting knocked over by the traffic and never be able to stand up again.
Thank god that I have met you; you made me become strong and not afraid of anything when I was with you. So I want to cross the road by holding your hand, hold you tight and prevent you from being knocked over by the traffic. As long as you are with me, it doesn't matter how many times you have fallen over, I will still hold you up and give you my shoulder. To finish crossing the road with you, as what I have promised.
I give you my hand; all I want to do is be with you. But you are still scared and confused. But do you know I feel the same way as you do? But because of you, I have made up my mind to cross the road. But, not cross it with you. I have to cross it on my own.
Because I believe in you, and I know you are strong enough to make up your own mind. So, just call me. When you have made up your mind, just let me know, when you need a hand. I will head back to you; even I'm in the middle of the road. I will come back for you to give you my hand. Then we can cross the road together. You never have to be afraid. This is my promise to you.
Sean Tan 2002 |
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