Thinking about you brings a kind of sadness I canāt quite explain. Itās the bittersweet kind. The kind that lingers quietly in the corners of my heart. I keep these feelings hidden, because I know deep down⦠there will never be a chance for us.
And that thought breaks me.
But strangely, Iām also thankful. Thankful because I believe, in some way, I am saved. My heart is savedāfrom the heartbreak I know would come if fate had drawn us together. Because even if we were given the chance, I know how it would end⦠not in bliss, but in something bitter. And maybe even painful.
Once I fall for someone, I fall deeply. Thatās where you become dangerousābecause you have the power to destroy my peace, to break my heart in ways I might never recover from. Iām scared, not because I doubt you, but because I know myself. I love hard, I give my all. And giving you everything might only overwhelm you⦠maybe even suffocate you.
And you know what? Iām dangerous too.
Because if I fall for you, really fall⦠I wonāt be easy to let go. I hold on. I fight. I donāt walk away, even when I probably should. I love with a kind of madness that doesnāt quit. That kind of love can be beautifulābut can be damaging too.
So here I am again, caught in these thoughts. Wondering if I should be sad for what will never be⦠or relieved that reality protected us both.
Because in my dreams, at least, I can make you mine. In my dreams, there are no consequences. Just you and me, and loveāuntouched by fear or fate.
But when I wake, I carry this heavy heart once more. Still asking myself the same question:
Should I hold on⦠or finally let go?
š Heāll never read it, but still⦠I write my heart. (MyMr.WhoAreYou?)