One day my bff asked me if I have ever thought about one day I would break up with you.
Yes, as a pessimist I have imagined that day inside my mind quite often. I would picture what reason you might tell me and how I would look at you hurtfully. Every time it ends up with tear.
I then laugh at my silliness for crying for something which is merely imagination.
Yet I can see how important you are to me - even when there're days we have so little interaction, I always cry into sleep, not to mention when the day marks our finale comes.
This finding arises a mixture of anxiety and insecurity. People have to be brave enough to be in love and yet they are so vulnerable when they are in love. It's a game of zero-or-one.
I love you but I have never believed in eternity. There is nothing to be forever. I love you but I'm prepared for one day we may take different paths.
It aches only just to think about it but I'm prepared.
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