Sometimes... I wonder if it's really all right. Maybe she was right the whole time, and I was just in denial. Because no matter how much it hurt hearing it from other people, in the end it could've ended up being the truth. I've always been so folly and naive when it comes to things like 'love'. I'm not afraid to admit that I find myself trusting people too easily only because I believe in giving chances. I know I never learn my lesson, trust too easily and I'll end up getting hurt. My stubborn heart just won't give up, just like a dandelion fighting a battle against a gardener. The more you pull, I'll just come back stronger the second time around. Sometimes I really do wonder why I keep going after suffering heartache after heartache? Someone once warned me to never let the man know how much I love him, because I'll always end up being the one loving him more than he does to me. I think in my case, that's how it is. Maybe I shouldn't have told him. I should've just kept it to myself. Should've closed that mouth of mine and let it be buried deep in my heart. In the past few days, the more I do fall for him the more I want myself to fall out of love and just let it remain it the simple 'I like you' sort of feeling. She once told me, "Never tell him you love him, because he'll never be ready, it'll always be too early. Well, at least that's what he told me." The weird thing was, it was right after the day I told him. That time, I cried myself silly at work. I just wished that he had told me to my face. At least I wouldn't have had completely destroyed my dignity. T_T
I guess relationships are full of things that I don't really understand. No wonder some people are so wary of it. Because at first I didn't understand why someone would just give up so easily. I had always believed in getting back up after someone breaks your heart because you'll never know what else there is unless you keep trying. Maybe happiness is just around the corner. Because happiness is worth the pain. I know it's because of my own insecurities that I often ask him the question if he actually likes me, he would always just smile and answer 'yes'. When I tell him that 'I love you' he would always find something else to distract him from answering me and I would always find myself going along with him. At that point, it wouldn't have mattered. It's strange, when I fell in love... Even though I'm happy, anxiety and selfishness also naturally increase. Like now, I'm anxious that he hasn't answered me. There's a part of me that's sad because I feel like I'm so petty-minded... Getting upset over such a trivial thing. I tell people that I'm not bothered by it, when in truth I actually lied. Sorry guys. ( - 3-)" I'm really bothered by it. It's the only reason why I'm on short fuses with him all the time. I don't normally get upset so easily about... Everything. I get mad and start to say mean things and it makes me wonder if I've always had this kind of horrible personality. ): He's never once told me, and even though I never expect him to because it's such a small issue... Why is it that I feel like crying at the end?
Deep down, I know the answer. I'm a fool. In reality I'm the one that's blind to his love... He shows so much of his feelings without having to use those words, and yet... I was so worried. Just because he hasn't told me, it shouldn't matter. I already know his feelings. Yet, his word are definitely dangerous, his words that always seems to be gnawing gently at my heart... (◡‿◡)・✿.。.:*.:。✿*゚
(I wonder if I'd be able to keep going knowing that's all there is...)
Well, that's it for now,
-`Tsuki
