...i don't want to fall in love
not into this wrong bleak pit
but i tripped...
the sensation of savouring the affection makes you grin without airs; at one fell swoop, the idea of unfeasibility shoot you back to the hard ground, nastily.
Out of the despair, there's always a spark of hope flickers in whenever i am about to renounce. you are good at hanging me in the air, unattached - ten feet off the ground. ten feet from your heart - neither hauling me up nor cutting me down. when you need me, i'll be vaguely hauled up; when you don't, i'll almost touch the ground, but still hanging.
Leave me wondering what is this all about and what to do. they say follow your heart. but when your heart is in so many pieces. Which way are you to follow?
Love can sometimes be magic.
but magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
they say falling in love is like falling into a well, you will never know the pain until you reached the end. so i guess the well i fell in is encircled with noxious thorns. Startlingly, i tried to uphold your role as a friend instead of someone i adore, and our relationship turns out so well and relaxing.
still... your role in my hub struggles to swell aggressively. Therefore, from this time, i'll just try hard to retain my affection as well as your sway.
later gator.
Nsxon x
