I am tired of chasing shadows, turning points and racking nerves. I know we won't win this; not in this game, not in love.
We have played this not for too long; the pain is longer however. There is just something about you that haunts me. Perhaps your glasses. Perhaps your mole. Or it is just you. The only tragic thing is: you waited for someone else while I'll be waiting for you to love me back.
You said you weren't giving me hope but you were learning to love me back instead. Look, I am standing in the cliff of your words, eyes closed. I have faith in you though I know that one step on a wrong brick; one wrong move will make me fall and take my sanity away.
I will be okay if you can't by the way. Well at least I'll try to be.
I'll be patiently waiting... but someday I'll try to "unlove" you. I will try to find my way back out of your captivity. I'll try to break myself from the chains I have made.
As you run into the path I stood; as I ran towards forgetting you, I hope that we will meet half way. Someday the feelings will equal; no holes nor asymptote. You'll finally learn to love me and I am STILL in love with you.
If ever that will happen I will brace myself, ready to fight before the "what ifs" come. I am ready for you. I am ready for... us. Ready for the consequences and ready for the pain. I promise I will ever be true, ever be brave, forever will fight.
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Lighted Horizon
Literatura FaktuHow can someone be so beautiful that they are out of reach? They are there, but you can't be with them. How can something be so glowing that it can fool us into illusion? Lighted horizon, the most beautiful illusion