There’s a total of three wedding invitations on my desk.
“Nobody sees, nobody knows. We are a secret, can’t be exposed.”
I had convinced myself that if we are meant to be, we will eventually happen. We will be together.
I started selfishly loving my own heart.
Love her flaws, because that’s what honed her into the person she is right now.
While others get drunk at the stares of the person they love, your stares kept me sober. You gave me clarity.
Fall in love with his heart.
You’re not the first person to get his heart shattered into pieces and you’re not the only person hurting.
But my emotions always skyrocket at the thought of him leaving… I’m sorry if I was so scared to lose him.
I don’t know about you, but isn’t it nice to really fall in love?