Un:Cut

room, 2am.

him: "i remember, you told me. your dad loved maps. he loved to stare at maps and remembering all the places in there."
me: (smiled) "he did. he loved to buy me maps. when i was a little kid, i used to stare at those maps with him and imagining how does it feel to visit all the places in there."
him: "you never do it again. now, what you do, is really visiting those places in the map. you're living your dad's dreams."
me: "do i?"
him: "yes. and he will be proud of you. i think that's what's the coolest kids should do, they should turn their parent's dreams to live."
me: "i never thought it that way. but yeah, me mostly are my father's. i got my artistic side from him, my stupid gloomy emotional side. and now, this."
him: "i wonder what our children would be, with a mother like you."
me: (smiled) "and a father like you? haha yeah. huge huge mystery."

(a long long gap)

him: "i miss you.
i miss you dreaming your dreams.
i miss you living your life.
i love you.
i'm sorry if my love is the one that couldn't set you free.
i'm sorry if i took you away from your dreams,
i'm sorry if i only want you -- and you only, not your plans nor hopes -- for myself.
i love you too much, and i've been thinking and thinking and thinking
and i can't think the other way.
i am selfish, i know. but please be by my side.

i want to build a family with you. i want take care our parents and kids.
i want you to be ready.
i want you to stop chasing whatever it is that you're chasing. you heart is free with me.

please choose me as your happiness."


My heart is free, Gerry. I know with you, my heart is safe. But my soul is not.
You know it, we know it better that anyone else.
Sorry if I'm sugar-coating all our promises by telling that you are, the Man, I've always fall for.
Truth is, you are the Man, I've always come home for.

Let me fly. Cut my strings. Keep my heart.
They're yours, but cut my strings.