Hey you, Yes, you. It’s easier for me to write this here than to confront you — again — about it. Sometimes, I wonder why it always feels like everything is stacked against us. Why? Something always happens. And somehow... we’re the ones sabotaging what could be — because of all the fears, and the wounds we’ve collected over the years. What frustrates me most is how we took all those feelings — those real, complicated, beautiful feelings — and swept them under the rug. Or worse, dumped them in the so-called “water under the bridge.” Yes, maybe it’s wrong. But it also feels so right. Isn’t there even a part of you — however small — that wants to risk it? To see how far we could go? It could be the most beautiful thing that ever happens to us. Or... the messiest. But still — wouldn’t it be worth finding out? If you're not the one for me, Then how come I can bring you to your knees? If you're not the one for me, Why do I hate the idea of being free? ...
BLOSSOM GRAM