Live and let live.
Tolerance. It’s something I gotta improve. Yes, I would readily and directly inform someone of whatever I find to be not right. There are some times though that does not require me to speak of; however irritates me. It doesn’t even make sense at all. Emotions… Hate it. Keeping my head above water.
How can something from nothing eventually be your everything? Does it even come close to what we call love? I bet not… I don’t know! I’m not even sure anymore. What really is love? People talk about love, having the slightest idea of what it really is. That’s why I’m such a skeptic when it comes to that matter.
Certainly, when someone starts to matter. Most of the thing about that person can really alter one’s mood. I crap you not. It’s just that I can’t stand to inflict anymore senseless arguments. Would I just walk away? I would to prevent such absurd circumstances.
I am the thinker. Thinker to the point that I overthink stuff which leads to paranoia. Of course I won’t lose this person—I don’t want to.
I even want to have this person. I want to call her mine, as she calls me her own. To be the one who woos her so, to be a world she knows. I refuse to call it whatever it is, but denying my feelings would only make it worst. Ugh! But I can’t. It won’t make a right, would it? How? From liking to something more than a like… I don’t want to jump to any conclusions… All I know… Is that what I have for her is starting to grow.
I was
trembling
for her
arms.
My heart
pounding,
“I would
give anything
to keep
you
here.”
I’m falling…
(Source: savipra)
