And
even so I wonder. Heartbreak. Haunted
Memories. Commitment. These are still the first words that come to my mind
when I think about the process I might need to go through again if things didn’t
work out well. Those are the feelings that I’ve been running away, the scars
that I tried to hid from loving too hard. Now that he’s knocking at the
doorstep, he’s making me questions everything I had previously told myself not
to put myself into again.
I
wonder if I was so used to having you around in my life over the past one year,
that our past collides so much that it was fate that might have brought us
together but we were too blinded. That my
days feel weird without your optimism, that
watching the sunset again with you is something I’ve been craving to do since.
It just strikes me that maybe this feeling is a lot bigger than I realized.
As
much as I thought I was comfortable with each other presence yet distance
apart, I’m still afraid on what the future holds. But as much as I try to hid
you in my life waiting for me to figure out my heart, I can’t hide it any
longer. The flowers delivery was a surprise, but my heart skip a beat knowing
that I can no longer run from the story and finally learn to open up my heart
to let someone in.