Not so certain beings

I once told my friend, the day I left the place I very much love, that uncertainty is the only thing that is certain. And she thought it was a very profound comment.

When I think about us I can't think of anything else. 

Are we done? Will we ever meet again?

Will the fingers that drew wild patterns on me find its way back again? Will the lips that left random marks on me do that again...and again...and again? 

So many uncertainties. Sometimes I breakdown and scream silently thinking about it. But sometimes I just live one day at a time in the hope of meeting you again.