Dear love,
I feel as if you have failed me for quite a long time. I'm here thinking you'll have a delightful explanation to my answer,
but I may be wrong. What is exactly the main explanation for love, love? They say love is so blind, you can't see that bald spot in the middle of that guy's main hairline. Though I can't help but to feel as if you've tricked me, once again. Everything seems so much in place, love. Everything. Every once in awhile, I'll feel that weird, shocking feeling. The one you get when you happen to stare, and "he" stares back. The immediate reaction to hide yourself. Even through all the admiring, I can't help but feel like that's all you have to offer. Kinda like, ' You can look, but you can't touch,' sorta feeling. You aren't my top priority, love. Not at the moment, at least. I say, come when my life has finally changed for the greater good. The moment, the moment I finally put effort into believing you are true.
Sincerely,
The person who's searching for the answer.
