people say love hurts. but what hurts is losing a loved one.
to know that all that love is fading away.
the confusion of deciding what to do next.
to move on or to hang on.
to move on is to lose everything and to hope for something better.
to hang on is to bite my lips and make best of what i have.
i missed the time when we were still simple and plain. when we hugged, everything felt so real. look at me now. how much do i resemble of my past? not that change is bad but now all i do is fear that when i lose my looks i end up with nothing.
how can i not doubt our love when you get angry and ashamed when i look bad. if you wanna give me some fashion advice i'll accept but please put it less crudely. i am after all someone whom you love and you should care for my feelings more. it really spoils my day when you put me down early in the morning.
are you able to make a fool of yourself to show your love for me?
or is pride more important?
i'm someone who needs someone crazy. who is able to yell out loud that you love me. i dont need nail polish i dont need slimming treatments. i dont care so why must you care so much about my looks. i know i'm not perfect but cant we make it more interesting? like exercising together? remember when we went swimming together? how much fun we had.. i love those things. i just want to watch the world go by with you beside me.
so please. bring me to climb a mountain. i'll be waiting for you.