When a girl says it's fine, is she really? When she says she's okay, is she? When she says to go, don't go.
Is it not right to appear this vulnerable? Is that why we always say the opposite of what we really feel?
It's like we're leading separate lives, but i'm put in a position such that I can't demand anything else more. The particular circumstances placed upon us is just our luck. I've asked myself a million what ifs. What if we weren't separated by a million miles, a thousand cities, a hundred seas. Would everything be for the best or the worst?
To see his smile, his face light up, but all not for the right reasons. The fact that I can't be the reason of such joy, such relief, makes me doubt myself a thousand times. I can't help it, to feel that I don't bring such emotions, breaks me. Maybe I'm just thinking too much, but I can't help it.
"And little by little, I understood that there were many types of love. We do not choose the one we fall in love with, and our perception of happiness is our own and is determined by what we experience.."
Maybe it is because it is the loneliest day of the year tomorrow, and although I'm not alone, I still will technically be spending it alone. Oh but random thought, this is the fun thing about Valentine's day, you can celebrate it for your mum, or your foreveralone friends. You won't ever be alone. Whereas compared to Christmas, when everyone has family to spend it with, cos' once you're alone, you truly are.
I just hate having such thoughts, having to doubt myself, having to doubt him. I shouldn't be, and I needn't be. But I am.
THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
Close your eyes and think about that boy. Tell me how he makes you feel. Let your mind tract over his tired shoulders. Allow your thoughts to linger on that beautiful smile. Take a deep breath and try to put those dark thoughts aside. For once, let go of the reins you've wrapped so tightly around your heart. I know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.
- Lang Leav
Or maybe it's just because, I miss you. So much that it hurts. I can't help it.
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