It’s knowing that my love story still continues even when you left.
You don’t feel afraid anymore. They make you believe in a naive kind of forever that makes your heart beat fast.
We’re pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly. But its contents are nothing but mere objects of nothingness.
I’ve handed out pieces of myself like party favors to those who did not deserve a taste. I have loved before, and I have loved hard, and all I ever got were scars. So please be patient with me if I flinch when you touch me with more than hands, like ice coming into contact with them.
So when you try to make a home in my padlock heart, my fingers still tremble to give you the key.
But you left me afraid, afraid of opening myself up to anyone else, afraid of letting anyone touch me with more than just hands.
You wouldn’t make me feel bad about it. You never do. You would be proud of me, and I know you would.
Trying something new will always be scary in the beginning, but we also have to remember that the most memorable moments in our life are those that we had to fight for and try hard in attaining.
He’ll want you to be creative, and with that comes an innate sensitivity to emotion and the world around you.
I hope you find her. The girl whose beauty attracts you, but her heart captivates you and where her intelligence astounds you.