Cliché

I feel like blinded.
But happy.
At ease.

Should I worry?

Maybe I should.
I usually do.
But I am at ease right now.
It's not an exciting one. Nor the sappy silly one. Not also the hurting one.

And I keep wanting to pray for the best for you.
Who cares what happens in the future.
I just want the best for you.
And now I remember this is actually the second time.

To love is to let go.
Never once I think it is as beautiful as it sounds.
Cliché.
But then, this warm courage, what is it?