Stay with me

Prologue

A feeling that can make your heart flutter, a feeling that can make your stomach go butterflies, a feeling that can make your heart ache and a feeling, a feeling that can make your heart broke.

Happiness? Sadness? Anger? Love? Ah, Love. A feeling that can make anybody go crazy. They say love can fill the emptiness in your life, isn't it? Mostly people believe in that, but in the end, they end up hating it because they were hurt by something they once believed. Some people continued to believe in it, because love is quite unexpected, inevitable and heartwarming but some people didn't, why? Because they were hurt, pained and broken.

I'm sick of it. Yes, I do. Love is the same, you get the lovey-dovey feeling in the first time, you're always smiling that you don't usually do and of course, you're inspired but don't you see? You'll just end up getting hurt because love is just temporary, it doesn't last long enough. Why am i so neurotic about this? Because I felt it. And it was hell. I had enough.

I was a mess. No, I'm still a mess. I'm broken, pieces just don't go back together to what it was before. A past that can never be changed, a past that hunts me down and a past that made me lost.

But then, while I was lost, I found something. Something made my world upside down, something that made a road, a way. A feeling, a familiar feeling. A feeling that is so beautiful yet painful.

I stopped walking, turned around and to see the figure that gives the familiar feeling. I walked up slowly to him and stopped to stare his handsome face. I slowly raised up my hand to caress his face, and tears started to roll in my cheeks. Which I don't know why.

But it made me say "Why are you doing this to me?" I said while trying to stop my tears. I shut my eyes, thinking thoroughly. And with all the courage that I could muster, I looked at him straight to his babyblue-navy eyes and said something that my heart overtook my mind to stop it.

"Will you stay with me?"

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