Some book says love makes us do things that we are not aware about. We love because we want to give, not to recieve. Even if it cost us something, barely give us anything. Whenever I thought about that, I remember you. The days we share together without the eyes of anyone. The night that we cross every single path, trying to be free. The prison that blocks our way to feel the ease of the world. The years we hide our relationship.
Why do we have to just stare at each other when everyone is eyeing on us? Why do we need to be friends in front of everyone and lovers when we're in the middle of no one? Why do we have to suffer like this? Hiding every single hint about us, worrying and fed up with jealousy. Why do I have to hide us when we can just be lovers in the middle of the crowd?
Why do we need to feel the longing when we can spend the night seeking?
In The Middle
- Pinken
BINABASA MO ANG
Bottom Of The Bridge ( Compilation of Proses )
Non-FictionWhat is the sentiment of life?
