I don't like the rain. It dampen my mood. Okay, I know you'll say that that's so childish, but it's really not. I'm serious. I dislike the rain, I abhor it, I detest it.
Recently, I had many thoughts that assailed my mind. Thoughts that made me smile, thoughts that made me look back, thoughts that made me think, thoughts that made me choke on my tears, thoughts that made me who I am.
What if someone better came his way?
Am I too clingy? Am I too dependent? Am I too weak to stand on my own 2 feet? Why is it that whenever I've a problem, my mind would always ask me to leave it to you. I'm like a burden to you, am I?
The most beautiful line would be "But, I love you." The most painful line would be "I love you, but..." You see the difference?
I'm not lovesick okay, this has nothing to do with BGR, haha.
I love people who understand my silence. Only then would they understand my words.
Remember, even when you're 60, we'll still go to the Eiffel Tower together :)
Because you said so & because I believe :)
Thank you for yesterday :) -Hug hug hug-
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