I’d think that I’ve managed to make things blurred into your eyes, this has nothing to do with what your seeing in me, it’s all about me thinking of a better way to make things easier … for the both of us. There’s so much I’d like to say, to show and to do, everything with you, but my life isn’t built for such high-spirited endeavors, it has always been what it is … a big uncompromiseable mess. I can’t answer the when, why’s and how’s, or whether this life would eventually be at ease.
I’ve come to terms with what I have become, not because of isolation or the intent of it, but because of traumatic reoccurrence of emotional dismemberment. I’ve kept my emotion set to a level that it wouldn’t be scarred … to an extent that is, my feelings blossom with complete certainty with you, I feel contenment inching through the tips of my fingers and I’ve come to see myself wanting to smile everyday as I’m with you … I just don’t want to be let down again, and for that I am terrified.