She's afraid to say it because she knows that when she finally does it would be real And He He doesn't take things too seriously because if he does they would matter But she and he couldn't deny that though she remained silent and that though he remained indifferent What was left unsaid, it was real and whatever they had, it mattered
"Thank you for holding my hand while I try to fix myself. But baby, as of this moment, I am burning; and I don't wanna see you turn into ashes just because you love me too much. I don't want you to lose yourself while we try to find me. I don't want to be unfair."
There'a something subtly terrifying about the sound of the clock - tick tock tick tock - like it's the world's reminder that we shouldn't waste our time on something unimportant. Yet, here we are writing our hearts out, never knowing if these words create an impact.
But I have to gamble. Read or not. I choose hope. "Hope" how lovely that word is. I think hope is the most beautiful word, at par with faith and love. It is belief in the positive, belief in all good things, belief that the future is good even if it's yet to be seen.
*"May your choices reflect your hopes and not your fears"