Thinking about you brings a kind of sadness I can’t quite explain. It’s the bittersweet kind. The kind that lingers quietly in the corners of my heart. I keep these feelings hidden, because I know deep down… there will never be a chance for us.
And that thought breaks me.
But strangely, I’m also thankful. Thankful because I believe, in some way, I am saved. My heart is saved—from the heartbreak I know would come if fate had drawn us together. Because even if we were given the chance, I know how it would end… not in bliss, but in something bitter. And maybe even painful.
Once I fall for someone, I fall deeply. That’s where you become dangerous—because you have the power to destroy my peace, to break my heart in ways I might never recover from. I’m scared, not because I doubt you, but because I know myself. I love hard, I give my all. And giving you everything might only overwhelm you… maybe even suffocate you.
And you know what? I’m dangerous too.
Because if I fall for you, really fall… I won’t be easy to let go. I hold on. I fight. I don’t walk away, even when I probably should. I love with a kind of madness that doesn’t quit. That kind of love can be beautiful—but can be damaging too.
So here I am again, caught in these thoughts. Wondering if I should be sad for what will never be… or relieved that reality protected us both.
Because in my dreams, at least, I can make you mine. In my dreams, there are no consequences. Just you and me, and love—untouched by fear or fate.
But when I wake, I carry this heavy heart once more. Still asking myself the same question:
Should I hold on… or finally let go?
💌 He’ll never read it, but still… I write my heart. (F.L.S)