#thesecretart

[andwhenshewrites]

It's a good thing I did not meet you when I was 16. We would not have been together. I was immature and self-centered. You probably were, too. I didn't know yet that you were what I need. I thought I had it all figured out, but I was actually nowhere near close. There was also someone else. So I wouldn't have seen you even if you came, because I had eyes only for the boy who I have mistaken as you.

And it's a good thing I did not meet you when I was 19. You probably wouldn't like me if you did. Hell, I didn't even like me that much back then. I was fucked up. I had a lot of worries that turned into disappointments. I sulked a lot. I was caught up with my own emotions that loving me was synonymous to saving me. And yet I didn't want to be saved. I might have recognized you and I probably would have let you go, because I was already madly in love with the man who I have chosen to be you.

And it's a good thing I did not meet you today. Finding you is not my priority yet. You would have been just in the middle of my list when you could have been on top, and that would have been unfair for you as I know I am capable of becoming someone who will give you my all. I might not be in love with that guy anymore, but I have been so drained that I need to fill myself up first. I'm afraid I do not have any love to give to anybody else. So I probably would find some lame excuse to leave you, and it will hurt you a damn lot. It hurts to imagine me hurting you.

So it's a good thing I did not meet you yet, love. But it's exciting to know that I'm going to, someday.

— and by then, I will be ready for you // w.g. (written year 2016)

[andwhenshewrites]

If tomorrow you look into my eyes and don't recognize them anymore, would you take your time to know them again or would you just look away?

— please don't take your eyes off of me // w.g.

[andwhenshewrites]

I always thought getting you in the end was winning.

now I don’t think of you as the prize anymore (ten word story #01) // w.g.

[andwhenshewrites]

And tonight I'm letting the alcohol drown my thoughts and the cigarette smoke cloud my emotions I'll wait until my world begins spinning and I feel my hands shaking I'd take the next tequila shot then light another cigarette and I'll secretly wish you'll come to save me even if I know you won't

— i probably should save myself from this // w.g.

[andwhenshewrites]

"I'd like to believe that someday I'd be able to meet someone who'd pull my heart strings like no other. Who'd inspire me to write cheesy love passages. Who'd remind me of the thousand things I adore about love, and not the many things I'm trying to forget because of it."

— we're all trying to forget something // w.g.

[amirsulaiman]

#flood #cisse #boombayebaye #medina #thesecretart

[andwhenshewrites]

"I’m having a hard time putting myself back together, to be honest. It’s like every day I try real hard to build myself, only to let it crumble before the day actually ends. It just keeps on happening, like a never-ending cycle. In fact it amazes me how I’m still standing right now, despite of how messed up I am. I’m still here, and maybe that’s a good thing," she pondered. — i’m here for a reason, aren’t i? // w.g

[andwhenshewrites]

You may say I'm s t u p i d, and you may say “I told you so” This is what my heart is telling me when my brain is shouting a n o t h e r. It’s quite a battle actually — but my heart is winning // w.g.