And for some good time, you enjoy your life. You thrive.
Then one day you just happen to know someone who seems so so so nice.
What happens then? You fall in love.
By the way if y'all don't already know, I'm talking about my goddamn self.
So let me rephrase;
What happens there? I fall in love.
I begin to start questioning yourself "is this love knocking on my door?"
Or "are you ready to let your guards down?"
It hits me damn hard.
Gazillion of questions popped in my head.
"What if this could be, y'know, it? He seems perfect, he's gentle, he's cool, he seems like someone who's gonna make me happy but hey remember that 7 years and a half you wasted on love, what if this has the same ending?"
My heart is torn between taking that risk or "naaah",
– just like the separated ocean
Disclaimer, it's not like this gem shows any interest in lame-me.
But that feeling when you meet someone who sweeps you off your feet effortlessly,
you'd be reconsidering those chains you have around your heart.
Bottom line is, it doesn't matter whom that person is gonna be – what scares me is that I'll just end up getting hurt again.
I really am frightened.
