I thought.. Oh how much I have thought! ,
That I can just keep it for me, feel it alone
enjoy the pain, enjoy that I am still feeling, I am alive!
I've wished I could tell you about it hundreds of times, but who the hell are feelings to shut me up?
After the storm,
I was able to contain my feelings in the heart again, after they overflowed into my organs as If my heart was pumping them instead of blood, now at least I know that I have to always keep them in the heart..
How poor are we! , people who get attached to the tiniest details, why do we feel warm inside when we get a morning text, why do we get butterflies when we get a tiny complement?.
People who give just because they want to, and not waiting for something back, maybe that's what's wrong with us. Feelings and almost everything is a see-through for us, you might think we don't understand because we haven't been through it, we haven't been there..
After all, everything have to come to an end,
It's either Jane Austen, or William Shakespeare,
Holding onto the faith inside, If it ends or begins with us, it's because it's meant to be, If it hurts or not it's because we have to feel regardless of what we want.. to feel.
So now this is how it ends..
Stuck in nowhere, should I wait or forget?
All I know is that I will love you until I fall out of love, again, who knows when will that be?.
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Short StoryHow can anyone tidy up their feelings in order to write them down! Especially the kind of feelings that leaves your mind numb. Instead of trying so hard, it would be hundreds of times better to accept the fact that nothing is perfect. Fact, excuse...
