I fall in love… then I fell out of it..
Like how many times should I end up
like this? I’m still young to be in love, to be independent and to get married.
That’s what most people say. That’s how they corrupted my mind, and how I set
the limit into my life.
Am I really young to do what I think
I ought to know and I ought to feel?
Is
that the real reason?
If I haven’t tried all that I have
been through, I am certain of the fact that I’d still be ignorant by now. I’ve
concluded that taking risks aren’t the most dangerous things on Earth—but
hiding or escaping is. I tried to live my life on how I planned about it, yet I
did not succeed, therefore people don’t have the right to judge me even though
you hold your freedom to think. It’s not how I planned, it wasn’t part of my
scheme and it wasn’t what I wanted to happen. If I haven’t found the right
person yet, it’s not anyone else’s problem. It’s mine, it’s how I untie my
shoes and start walking barefooted. The longer it takes for me to you the more
determined and prepared I am to have you. It’s how I managed my fears over my
tears. I’ll stay true to myself—it’s how I act out of shame, but still knowing
what’s humility.