I don't really care. I'm not supposed to care. It's history. What's important is right now.
Alright, now that this wee bit of tension I was feeling since last night was already vented out by my previous sentences, I can now think clearly.
Or not.
I'm giddy. I'm happy. My mum even noticed my smile earlier. Said she ain't used to seeing me smile like that. I myself am surprised. The last I felt like this was when, uhm, I seriously cannot remember. I guess this just might be it.
I've so long thrown out the idea of love and the possibility of being in love again. Blame it on me, someone, from too much reading of tragic novels and prose, heck, from watching too much One Tree Hill. I've found numerous reasons why I almost condemned love. And then I found one person who made me take all those rubbish reasons and put them in the bin. I know it's too soon and abrupt, but I trust my instincts. And after a long time, I'm beginning to trust this throbbing muscle in my chest again.
Thanks :)
Alright, now that this wee bit of tension I was feeling since last night was already vented out by my previous sentences, I can now think clearly.
Or not.
I'm giddy. I'm happy. My mum even noticed my smile earlier. Said she ain't used to seeing me smile like that. I myself am surprised. The last I felt like this was when, uhm, I seriously cannot remember. I guess this just might be it.
I've so long thrown out the idea of love and the possibility of being in love again. Blame it on me, someone, from too much reading of tragic novels and prose, heck, from watching too much One Tree Hill. I've found numerous reasons why I almost condemned love. And then I found one person who made me take all those rubbish reasons and put them in the bin. I know it's too soon and abrupt, but I trust my instincts. And after a long time, I'm beginning to trust this throbbing muscle in my chest again.
Thanks :)
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