you don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world.
but you do have a say in who hurts you. - the fault in our stars.
*.*.*
'you do have a say in who hurts you...'
for god sake, i know i do. i know now that part of it is my fault; for falling, for failing and for fearing. but, dear lord, what if it wasn't me?
what if it wasn't me who decide to give the privilege of breaking my heart to him?
what if it wasn't me that choose to fall for him?
what if it was my stupid little heart who decide?
what if it was all just an irrelevant decision made by my subconscious at dawn?
what if... it wasn't me?
the more i think about it, the more i realize--that maybe, just maybe, we are both an e p h e m e r a l to each other. you were there for me once and i was there too for you. and we complete each other in the most unnecessary way as possible. we were happy. we do not think, we just do. and there i thought i have all the time in the world so we could be e t e r n a l. but you see, eventually the t i c k keep ticking and our t o c k must have came to and end.
and so we are ephemeral;
the things that do not last.
we are a n ephemeral t o each other;
y o u are my ephemeral,
forever a n d
a l w a y s will b e.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Randomand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
