Situations choke you. They bog you down and shackle
you. They break your spirit and render you worthless.
The people around you tell you to stop believing
in your dreams. Dreams are hard. Belief is a tricky thing. I’ve always wondered
and marvelled at the people who stick to their beliefs so religiously, to
suffer in the process but in the end being able to live it out and bask in the
sweetness of it all.
If I ever get the chance, I would tell you that I hate
you from the bottom of my heart.
I hate you for:
- making me hope
- stealing glances
- running after me
- your friends who give me hope as well
- your cowardice
- your eyes
- making me doubt
- your inability to muster the courage to come talk to me
- acting awkward and abnormal around me
- not saying no
- making me cry myself to sleep
- still being stuck in your stupid predicament
- being adorable
- failing to be assertive
- your ability to vanish into thin air
- making me feel broken and empty
- not fighting for me hard enough
- being bold from a distance
- making me believe
- making me love you
If I could just grab you by the shoulders and
shake you until you woke up from your stupor. Maybe… it would have been better
if we never met? But miracles do happen, don't they?
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