Commitments
We've been used on walking home when we could already hear the midnight silence, and feel the peace of city vibes.
We've been used on telling stories about everything. What scares us, what fascinates us, and what we think when we're alone. About the mysteries we've heard, about the theories we've read, and about the tragedies we've watched.
But this night was different. We found starless night sky as we walk onto that endless grass. The dried leaves were falling down, and the wind was embracing us.
"You know what, I'm just so afraid of commitments," you said out of nowhere.
I looked into your eyes, only to see depths, wonders, and anxiety.
"Me too," I lied.
Because the truth is
the moment you said that,
I sank into the possibility that
one way or another,
this chance we have
will fall back
underneath our hearts
only but to ruin us.
—It hurts that we both said we're afraid of commitments, when we're just afraid to hold on to something we are impulsive about.
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