Forgive my reluctant heart, for now just bear. There is a lot that it could give, but for some reason, whenever I try to give myself away, something in me holds back. It’s my fear of the heights, I guess. I fell once. And it was such a bad fall I am still trying to recuperate. God, how I want to be over this, already. I can’t wait to be free to soar and finally feel the wind in my face. I heard love can make one fly.

Why does it hurt so much to think of our younger beginnings? I wish there is a way where we can go back and undo things. I wish you’ve never ever thought it was such a good idea to hurt me on purpose. Now I’m finding it hard to understand love and all its simplicity. I never thought falling in love could make me so dumb I keep wondering why a rose has to wither and die.