Even to fall in love, I don’t have any guts.
Three days ago, I, out of the blue, tweeted it that made one of my friends feel pity and pray for me after that. She said that I shouldn’t be like that. That I should keep trying to fall in love because I deserve more. I deserve better.
But hey, I’m afraid of love.
There I said it.
Sometimes, I thought love is such a thing that people find amusing; entertaining. Things that really got people happier and happier. But why I couldn’t find it like that?
Sometimes, I thought love is such a thing that people find amusing; entertaining. Things that really got people happier and happier. But why I couldn’t find it like that?
When it comes to love, I always have a but; an exception. Loving is such delightful but distressing energy.
This thought haunts me again, what does actually make me afraid of love? Is that the love itself? Or is there any variable that I don’t know?
Because the thing I know right now about love is the more I have, the more I have to lose.
Love,
NM.
Love,
NM.
