Midnight Affair: 22
But it’s so tiring, to feel the pain to know that it’s impossible to love, again. Oh my god I’m a saviour against what the freaks call love. Close my eyes and I count to 10, cuz I never really found a heart to settle in.
-caracal, cheers to love.
So here and back again, nothing turns out like how i would have expected it to. Then again, we all know the beauty of the things that doesn’t go exactly according to plan. Wish it doesn’t come with the heartache. As impossible as it sounds, looks are secondary. What matters is the heart. Say it with me, SU EL CORAZON QUE EST IMPORTANTE. Yes, once again my heart managed to find it’s dead end. The impossible void, that hollow and caved space that simply exists.
Always talking, never saying the things that matter.
Thats how it’s always is, right? somehow people always manage to ask me the right questions that make my heart skip like…erm… 10 beats. But, they’re never from the people i want to be the ones who ask them. Am I making sense? god…
I hate this question: Danny, are you attached?
My reply: NO.
I hate this question too: Why not?
somebody tell me how i should go about this question please?! because, it’s so tiring to feel the pain. But me, being a walking contradiction, can’t help falling in love, with all the wrong people.
