Homecoming comes, arising the most of my hatred for everything and everyone, except my few buddies.
The regrets, the deepest wish to go back to a care-free, worry-free time with the melody of Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift.
I sat by the window sipping hot chocolate from the cup in my cold bony hands and looked through the photos I took, the pieces of my emotion mosaic gradually revealed: coldness, solitude, and melancholy on the edges, grayness and suppression on the background. Standing out in the center on that background were determination to overcome adversity and burst out into life, hope in the future full of colors and liveliness and desire to reach up higher and higher, like the maple tree.
Did I miss my chance when you still loved me like in a surreal novel? Did I let your hot romance slip by without showing any appreciation for us, and now I have to pay my price? If I do, God, please please please please tell me how to fix it, how to bring him back. I don’t know what else to do. I really don’t. I already gave him everything I could offer. I changed myself for him. I already reached my limit. I couldn’t love or care for anyone more than that.
But it’s 2 am now, and I am still awake and crying, again…
I’m not sure if I want to change. I’m not sure if I’m proud to change. But as I see your smile and let myself be drowned in your eyes, there is a part of me that I know for sure happily wants to hand you a double-edged sword, no matter if you’re going to protect me, or kill me with it.
No, I am not in love with you yet, I just said it a few minutes ago, but I can totally envision one day, if things go right the way […]
Sometimes I doubt too much I think I am incapable of love. No, I don’t love you. Definitely not. Not yet. But I know I am capable of loving, other things.
The best way to not have your heart broken is to pretend you don’t have one.
“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
Fairy tales are meant to make us keep our innocent faith, to believe in the end the world is fair, the good will live happily ever after and the bad will be punished. But who sees the unfair, cynical side of those tales?