For every girl who fell in love and now is frightened to fall in there again, this is called a journey. A path followed outta stupidity in adolescence and realized the truth later in gross as a "mistake" of a lifetime. You can never come over that mistake even if you want to...keeps haunting you...keeps shivering somewhere in the corner of your heart like a candle's glow...bluish deep under. Its a courage to live with it and yet never complain. This was the naive part, confused part of the journey has just begun with me. Experiencing troubles, not able to judge the righteous way. Although I'm learning to know myself but frequencies are mismatching. This love thing aint troubling me but keeps me away from this world. Being in love isn't a problem but to choose in love is a big one. A close friend asked me "who would you choose, the one you love or the one who loves you?" and i was blank. CONFUSED.
I'm trying to complete this post from days and got a little distracted. So these scribbles aren't focused, i blame the distractions.
I've become brutally honest to myself and to some extent with everyone. I dunno if it works safe but yet i'm proud of it.
*ende*
