Useless? Helpless?
It pains me to see when one is hurting. In the state of sadness, I feel useless that I can’t do anything about it. Now that I’ve come to the point where I start to care a whole damn lot. I just can’t stand the thought of it. If only I can comfort that person to any way I can, I would do it. What would a person do, to witness a person that they care the most, be in the state of hurting. I don’t like the idea of it.
Thing is, how would I be able to help if I’m reluctant to show that I care, that I now love this person, this girl. Disclosure of my feelings has been my Achilles’ heel, but somehow I am able to find courage to express what I feel.
If a man, finds a woman, that he believes to be of all the worth; be it against impossibilities or odds, he would risk it all. Love is certainly powerful.
Love.
How can something we’re aware of, that emotion that we’re so familiar with, can be at the same time mysterious. You’d really find it in the most unexpected place with its unexpected ways, thus lead me to the point where I could care more.
(Source: savipra)
