Kung gaano ako katapang na sumubok ng mga bagay ay siya ko namang duwag na magplano, mangarap.
Oh, I’m guilty of daydreaming, alright, but I snap myself out of it the moment I realize what I’ve been doing. Only a few of them came true, and not once did I ever see my plans to fruition. Small plans, big dreams. Like, one time, I brought all my materials for a report, but the professor didn’t show up. Like I once dreamt of studying in a certain university, but life interfered. Like meet-ups that never happened. That kind.
I became scared of looking forward to things. I became scared of dreaming. I don’t like it when things don’t go according to plan. I freak out. I lose my way. I feel “purpose-less.” I’m afraid of failing. Don’t mistake me as a perfectionist though. I’m just one big scaredy cat. Meow.
What’s my point here?
See, like I said, only a few actually happened, and of all stupid things, this is what always comes true: I’ll still love you tomorrow.
Hon, I’ve already let three hundred and sixty-five tomorrows pass by me, and I still love you. I still really do.
Damn.
