#fearoflove

and i hate the fact — can't stress it enough, that i did find peace in my own arms. After holding myself so gently, is it even possible for someone else to do it better than that? In what world being loved by yourself should make you stress and sweat?

Indeed, I will try to find someone i can trust. I must treasure my body, so when it's gets beaten up, it can again stand up.

I felt myself falling.

In comfort. In serenity. In peace.

Holding their hand in mine felt like sleeping on clouds. I felt assured and safe within these hugs of ours. 

For once, I can picture myself kissing. Only you.

I can picture myself hugging you. 

I found the reason why people express love the way they do.

Our moments of two never felt forced nor awkward but comforting. 

We walked down this road full of flowers both roses and cherry blossoms full. 

He runs off to a pile of roses. And as soon as he picks it up to smell, the road becomes dark. he disappeared...

The one moment I doubted my fear of love, the path stopped.

I camped there waiting for an answer, a call back.

Until, I got sick. My mind went blank. Numb from the coldness, I decided to go look for help.

Everyone gave me the same advice. Just stop. 

So I did.

I packed my things. Put my heart away in a black velvet box and hid it away.

Once again, I am hiding. Maybe this is why I have a fear of love. Fear of getting hurt. Fear of never being enough, fear of a dead end.