Have you felt the love, boiling deep in your chest, that you feel you might burst if you do not let it out?
Some time ago, I used to smile for no reason, be happy in and out.
I guess it’s different now. It’s not that the love is less, I think I just show it differently. I still have the urge (that is not always followed because, fear) to compliment, to get people smiling, to make people laugh and that stuff, but that state is that: a state. It isn’t the constant that it was before, at least not with the people I want it to be most, and I’m trying to understand what that old version of me did to get to that point. And what changed. It may just be childhood too.
How to find the joys of growing up?
Do we ever grow up or is that just what we’ve been conditioned to think?
Other than that, in romantic love, I’ve confessed a couple times. I guess it just poured out. I couldn’t contain it, I couldn’t resist the unknown. Both platonically and romantically, I write letters. I guess giving a part of me is inevitable. I just think the person deserves to know how I see them. Some have cried. It’s surprising how much they needed that sometimes.
But other times, it burns in my head. Sometimes the mathematics win and I can’t help but think a little too much about things. And I burst from the inside. I hide it from the physical. Not a soul could see it. And I take and I take and I take, until my cup is filled and I cry a river to the person, I express.
There are many words left unsaid. Someday, I will scream. For now, I hope the whispers are enough.











