Wednesday, December 19, 2012
I am afraid to ask. I am afraid to say it out. Because when the words are out there, I can't take them back, especially if they don't come out right. (Obsession about saying the right thing). I can't say them because I am not ready to carve out that piece of me to hand it to you. It's marked out and it's yours. But not just yet. There's a possibility that after what is said, the decision was taken out of your hands and I don't want that. But the things that you say makes me feel like I might die from the overwhelming bliss, which is always followed by the intentional dip to stave off the intensity. And sometimes, I feel like I am going to burst for the need to tell you everything I am containing. It's like I can't feel enough and I feel too much, all at the same time. It's making my head spin, honestly. Yesterday, those bus-stop kisses never felt so right or so good. And right now I can't stop thinking about them.
Listening to Teenage Crime on repeat because it speaks about my life after graduation.Labels: A new 'you'
