I love how we give time to unanswered questions, and space to unsettled thoughts, to have room for improvements without each one of us pushing our ways.
I love how we hide from each other sometimes, just to keep the pace between us for not being too fast, and still at the right time to show how much we care.
In the end, the question that I always ask myself is, 'Can you live with it?', and if the answer is no, then I'll do what I need to, no matter how bad it could be.
Cause doing things right is equally important as doing the right things.
You know that feeling. When the conversation escalated too fast, when the distance between us getting lesser, when we become too close and things become too familiar.
When there is almost no more mistery or secret between us, and the excitements take more efforts to be present.
I always love airports. The speed, the enthusiasm, the people and activities. Like everything never stopped there, there will always be something happened at each and every corner of it.
The sense of leaving everything behind and only bring what you really need to live, the talks with strangers, the freedom of being yourself without the needs of adjusting and fitting in, those are just addictive.
Yes, I'm one of those weird people who love airports. And yes, the thought of having only what I really need in two bags and one way trip ticket has crossed my mind many times. That's me being honest. Lol.
“One random question.”
“Hm?”
“See those buildings around? That's quite far right?”
“And?”
“Do you think anyone there will be able to see me if I get naked here?”
“How can I be darker these days when I get plenty of lights always? The more I hide, the more the light shines.”
“Why the light has so much ego ya? Lol.”
“Because the light need the darkness more than the darkness needs the light. Without darkness, what's the purpose of light? Even no point of having one.”
“So be the light :)”
“So I can feed my ego? :)”
“So you will be starve of the darkness and get stronger. :)”
“Some people will do anything, being flexible and adaptable towards everything, just to survive and get what they want.
The difference between me and them is; I always get what I want. And I know that precisely.
The only thing that matters to me then, was
The day I that leave you, won't likely be the day when I hate you or mad at you. Instead, it will be the day when I love you the most and decide that I'm not capable of feeling it anymore.
It will be the day that I feel enough of missing you. Enough of being someone
Sometimes you have given your all, yet your all is less than what is needed. Sometimes love isn't the answer to everything. And sometimes reality knocked down all the definitions of how love should be.
But you have to let me love you a little less, my love.
For too much love will kill me, yet you won't let me die. For too much love will change me into someone I don't like. For too much love will make me expect the impossible.