I have so much to tell you, i have so much on my mind to open up to you, i have so much weighing down on my heart that i wished i could be frank with you about, but because of the fear holding me back, fear that it'd turn out to be nothing but a nasty argument again, i chose the easier way out- i keep them all to myself.
I wished I could exactly tell you how much you mean to me, i wish i could tell you i love you and mean it.
ok i do, but recently i don't know. I mean, if love is about giving without asking for returns, if love is about loving the person with your everything, am i doing it right? If i do love you, why do i ask for returns? why do i seek equality in the efforts? confused beyond myself, i choose to believe (firmly) that it's just the way everyone love differently.
or is it not?
recently i've been threading on short-lived happiness and the frequent plunges of emotional freefalls have kept me numb and fearless, but that doesn't mean i'm okay with falling, at least not yet.
when you can live forever, is there something worth you dying for?
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