Sometimes,i look into ya eyes and find so many reasons to fall in love.
yet somehow i can find myself enough reasons to hold back.
It was like a dream built upon magic.
but if magics were reliably true and real, do i really subscribe to it?
everything falls too nicely into place.
we were made for each other, really?
Did we not find any differences at all?
know what? i don really think i'll find any of such at the moment.
you told me that if i had to think so much, i would miss the process.
but i believe tt if i get to miss the process in exchange for a happier forever,it's worth it.
Afterall, nothing worth doing is ever easy? yes?
cos you're my gravity
and i cannot escape the feeling because it just keeps growing.
can you hear my heart beating?
cos i was dying inside to hold you but i could never bring myself to open the gate to ya. im still afraid and i duno if i'll ever stop being.
i dont know if my insecurities will be here to stay.
i have so many qns running in the thread.
qns i cant even make sense of.
won't you give up loving someone like me?
what if u realise tt u fell for a girl who isn't the girl who made u sandwiches,the girl who opens a candy shop,the girl who did silly nothings and the girl who wanted to see a rainbow in the dark or sunrise in the rain for tt matter?
Whenever i see your face, it feels like i can never stop smiling.
yet,behind all the smiles, im so afraid to tell u, im so insecure about the great little thing we share?
why?
cos i know i can never be as good as what used to belong to you.
In places no one will find
All your feelings so deep inside
It was there that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
but i can only laugh at myself,
for not allowing myself to step out and hold ya in my arms.
whispering..
you're all that mattered.
I am so lost for words.
was i born with insecurities?
but if i held ya hand and let it go,what would become of me?
if i hugged you and told you tt i only wanted to make u feel better each nite,
im only lying to us.
tell me you'll show me the way..
so easily.



