Prologue :
Why the sun keeps chasing the moon or why the waves come and go to kiss the shores, there's a story to be told. From the intoxicating first meeting, the awkward hellos to sitting side by side under the stars listening to hearts beating, our featured writer of the month paperskin&glassbones uncovers the story. Read more as she unfolds the highs and lows of falling in love and being in love.
I am reluctant ..
Losing someone is not that easy,
I rarely cherish someone.
Now I'm in this viral trance that feeds on my mind every day; every single f*cking day. I know this sh*t is infectious, it will spread, it will infest in my entire system. Ain't sure what's gonna happen next, will this be better? I guess it's better, but my mind forbids suitable events. This is such a confusing state.
I always ask him, “will you stay forever?”, doubts often inhibits. I'd think that soon he might figure things out; that maybe, maybe one day he'll find an ‘exceptional love’ — for himself. I don't wanna wake up on the chapter where he does not exist anymore. I don't know if this is too much love for him, or am I just scared of the sudden changes.
Love is impulsive on rare possibilities.
I never feared the word ‘leave’. It's just that I easily get used to things, easily get stuck into something, things I know aren't permanently meant for me. Darn, it s*cks when these things go the other way around. You'll really never know when you're not dreaming anymore.
And just like everyone else, hell yeah, everyone hopes for that everlasting happy ending.
Life is inequitable.
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