I don't want to unravel myself to you. I don't even want to admit that you've already gotten through my defenses.
Because I shouldn't have let you. And I am downright impossible for letting you.
NEVER had I thought that I could be this weak.
I didn't even realize that you have taken a tight grasp of me, until you were right in front of my eyes. You were staring at me intently. I wish I could utter even a syllable, or curve my lips into a smile. Perhaps look back at you.
God knows I have fought the hardest urge to do so.
DO you still remember the days I used to tell you that you were not made for me, nor I for you?
That we are this cursed world's parallel lines. That we could never meet at one end. And the closest connection we can ever have is seeing each other in the same ground but in completely different worlds. Absorbed in the reality of who we are and what we are supposed to be.
I thought we were easy.
BUT now, as I look at the stars, I am constantly wishing that things be alright for the both of us. Or at least for me.
Because no matter how fragile I am right now, I only have myself to pick me up.
I want to stop crying for help.
The idea of you is no longer real.
You will not come.
Not now, not anymore.
