You never notice certain things until the puzzle pieces slowly fit in, and then all at once, it makes such clear sense you wondered why you never realized it earlier.
It’s all meant to be, isn’t it? One pillar crumbles and another one emerges, balancing out the pain with happiness, but at the same time an unsettling sense of wary surges through me. It is true that no one is perfect, but flaws can be overlooked with just a little bit of love. Just a little bit of love.
Just a little bit of love?
What is love anyway? Is it love when you stay, or is it love when you go?
Is it love when you tolerate, or is it love when you explain?
I’m so confused with the things lately, although days are much much better now. There is a constant brightening up my days, but I will need to question how to maintain the situation now, if not improving for the better.
I am thankful, but now I am also worried to lose you.
I am happy, but now I am afraid that this happiness can be taken away from me.
I am confused, because there doesn’t seem to be anything that can stay.
What is going to stay? Are you going to leave, too?
I am terrified, but I am thankful. For everything that I can hold on now, I will hold on and give it my all.
I am thankful for everything.
Please let me see the clarity in this, I am terrified to lose again.
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