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I'm not even upset, hurt or angry anymore. I'm just tired. I'm tired of putting in more than I receive. I'm tired of holding on for nothing. I'm tired of you proving me wrong every time. I'm tired up getting my hopes up and being disappointed again, and again.
NOVEMBER 2 2013:
I woke up so early this morning and thought two times my age, again. I woke up so afraid to the world, again. I wanna hide under my red sheets and change every light colored curtain into dark one. I am afraid of stepping my left foot; I knew that my emotions aren't too balanced today.
I would like to forget the rest of my world today and so I rest; I had a sleep. At least, I forget every damn feelings and anger once in a while..
I used to be a different person, but then things happened. Sorrow rained in my thoughts and I wasn't the same now every single day I fight my self to feel myself again.
One in while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairy tale.
Note to self: " Don't worry, if its supposed to happen, it will "
I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it, or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs because it is, or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love, is so much more. It’s going out at 12am to get something to eat for your wife who can’t get out of bed, it’s listening to them as they explode with vulnerability on your living room couch talking about how they were only so young when their parents passed on. it’s remembering how someone likes their coffee in the morning without asking—without ever asking, it’s visiting someone in the hospital knowing the last thing you want to do is see them in that condition, it’s wanting to be with that person despite everything, the future, the past, and everything in between, it’s the intimate things that you don’t even realize involve such intimacy, but they do, in secret, like the pinky promises you two made behind your back, to love one another for always, in the time you thought you were in love, when you were actually just on your way to it. —