#alexfeelsinspired

Wise-fool—A significant information you should most likely know about me is that I am smart; I can tell you how emotions work—the routines, the probable causes, the effects of it on our thinking. In fact, I can even analyze yours, describe to you how you're feeling, and even explain to you its roots, and what you should most likely do when you can't seem to understand why you're feeling it. I'm that good. However, what I can't tell you though is that I can't do the same for myself. I don't know how to properly express myself; I don't know how it (my emotions) should work, and I can't describe it fully either. I'm always in between whenever I'm deciding what I'm feeling. I can't even tell you how or why I'm feeling certain things when I start to do so (feel something). I'm that terrible.

Enchanting—When you can't tell others what it is about her that pulls you closer, when you can't distinguish which feature is her best, and when you finally can't decide what you love about her, like the question "what do you love about her?" doesn't make sense anymore, I think that's the moment that you have truly, magically, and mysteriously fallen in love.

Star-crossed—We live in the same universe under the same stars, talk about "stuffs" until we lose track of time, and we laugh maniacally—crazily and carelessly—at the same things, but I can never exist the way I want to in your life. This is just how it should be: we exist, but separately; we can't (exist) for each other.

Uneven—When you embrace someone, one of you is hugging just a little bit tighter; when you kiss someone, one of you is a tiny bit more passionate. How unfair. Love, that is (unfair). No matter how much we try to balance it, it always feel like one or the other.

Never-ceasing—How many times she must have fallen to pieces, and yet she always comes back a thousand times. Don't you think you owe it to her? To be brave, and push through as well perhaps, a thousand times as well?

Sparks—It's that flickering, dying-but-still-fighting kind of hope that we can never falsify. If you try to create it, it'll never light up; when you least expect it, it burns. (It burns) so little, but brighter when we dance around it.

Cheating—To whoever invented this word, and used it for love, fuck you. This word makes love seems like a game, but that's not right. It shouldn't be that way. As David Levithan said "This isn't about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives.". Maybe that's why people cheat; we cheat in love because for as long as we've been breathing, unconsciously, we think love is just a game.

Maybe that's the way to go—just do it. Do it now, even if you feel like you might regret it, do it now, and you'll have no choice but to stick to it until the end.