I deeply apologize as I do not have the intention of stealing your dreams and share half of them to me. But was it ever a mistake to fall towards your mind that makes me fly so high I can’t seem to release the grip anymore?
I know, everything sounds like a game of cards, more of a gamble. What guarantees do you hold that I won’t leave your soul alone? What assurance do you have that I won’t leave your heart bruised and scarred?
I am almost whole again, almost healed. But the fear of breaking and wounding again still hasn’t left me; it still annouces itself as one of my biggest anxieties. Trust has always been always an issue. But how was it so easy for you to trust me when nobody else was willing to?
My heart and mind has been battling for ages, until your existence came. I hear their agreement towards a single what-if, and I am never as curious as before. Yes, what if?