I never thought I'd rant here. It's one of those things in the past you swore you'd never do. You are human nonetheless. So if it were to happen to someone, it will probably happen to you. Probably. Tragedy was always so silly to me. It's no laughing matter however the definitions muddled in my brain. Is love a tragedy? Or a happy little accident? Some might refer to it as a concoction by the brain. Whatever it is, it's something just by the tips of my grasp or yours. Funny, isn't that how envy works? Your happiness in the hands of others. But then again why do I light up whenever I get to see him? It's almost shameful how I want your eyes on me, yet I cannot feel any guilt on what habors on your gaze.
I'd never thought I'd like someone again.
