I recall those days, living in the state of being someone who still suffers in my own direction, assuming that falling in love just equates the emotions that flare up in our heart when you glance into their eyes or hear their voice.
I presume being in love is just about convincing them you are still in love with them just like yesterday and the day before yesterday.

Until I have gone far, and found you.

The debate about fear lodged in my head, I perceived that my feelings were not enough to carry us further.
Sometimes my mind wanders on its own, it takes me to the time I have never sailed,
Showing me a big picture where you have fallen deeply in love with her whom you now recognize as someone who disappointed you,
Watching you invest all your life and death in her hands just to keep her — and you fail and fall.

I don’t know how many pages of the scenario have ended until we traverse in the same chapter. Two figures who never genuinely know who has ever made our hearts crushed and trapped us into a sense of being at an inch with death.

But it tells me you put your hope in me, and so do I.

I put hope in myself if I could draw the figure out of your fragile heart until love traps us on the same roof.

I might have to stop assuming, maybe you are my next lesson.

I’m sorry, I have never recovered from putting my hopes in what is present.