When it came to love, there was always something in the way, something buried deep within us that told us to run, to hide from any hurt or sorrow that could tear our hearts open and leave them vulnerable and exposed. When the rain falls and touches our heads, we look up for any drop of happiness possible in our lives, hoping that God really wasn't toying with us when he gave us such emotions and feelings.
Well, I found that happiness wasn't attainable in my life, and that God wasn't really on my side when it came to what little hope I held onto.
It's funny how things happen, though. How you refuse to do something, even though your heart urges you to. How your doubt and insecurity becomes the victor when your courage fails you in the time you needed it the most. How sometimes...you follow the direction that your mind leaves you at instead of the path that your heart guides you to. I never did follow my heart. Never did what I always wanted to do. That was my weakness.
People talk about the happiness love gives that they don't realize that everything has its setbacks. I've learned that the hard way. I've found the only thing that can destroy love. That is the lack of ability to love someone more than expected. The lack of courage to take love to the next level. That is the thing that can ruin love.
Doubt. That is love's weakness.
Emotions rise like the moon climbing silently behind winter leaves and night-entangled twigs. Majestic is its ascent into a void world encased by the dark rims of a sable sky. However motionless and still it may seem, the moon is there; it exists. However few have felt its presence, its existence is great, almost overwhelming.
And feelings pour like grains of sand in an hourglass- so tiny, so small, so very insignificant- until they all become one entity, bounded with so much passion, so much intent, and so much memory that one needed to stop, think, and breathe before letting life continue.
Tell me that you were but a dream. Say that these memories grew only to exist as figments of imagination spiraling up into nothingness. Speak as if you were never here, as if I never loved you, as if this all were meant to be just another reverie. Tell me so I don't regret that you were real, so I don't feel this pain of loss.
Is it possible to love a memory this much? Is it possible to love a fading vision, even when it disappears forever?
I feel it, though.
And feeling is much better than seeing, isn't it?
I like to believe so.
Tell me anything.
Tell me that God creates...
because he loves us so...
Tell me that he destroys...
so we could have the ability to love so much more,
so much so that our hearts burst and break because of it.
You enraveled the caged feelings of my heart.
That is the reason why I cried. Trying to keep this fragile smile on my face,struggling to keep my lips from trembling.
I wanted you back.
I needed you back.
Well, I found that happiness wasn't attainable in my life, and that God wasn't really on my side when it came to what little hope I held onto.
It's funny how things happen, though. How you refuse to do something, even though your heart urges you to. How your doubt and insecurity becomes the victor when your courage fails you in the time you needed it the most. How sometimes...you follow the direction that your mind leaves you at instead of the path that your heart guides you to. I never did follow my heart. Never did what I always wanted to do. That was my weakness.
People talk about the happiness love gives that they don't realize that everything has its setbacks. I've learned that the hard way. I've found the only thing that can destroy love. That is the lack of ability to love someone more than expected. The lack of courage to take love to the next level. That is the thing that can ruin love.
Doubt. That is love's weakness.
Emotions rise like the moon climbing silently behind winter leaves and night-entangled twigs. Majestic is its ascent into a void world encased by the dark rims of a sable sky. However motionless and still it may seem, the moon is there; it exists. However few have felt its presence, its existence is great, almost overwhelming.
And feelings pour like grains of sand in an hourglass- so tiny, so small, so very insignificant- until they all become one entity, bounded with so much passion, so much intent, and so much memory that one needed to stop, think, and breathe before letting life continue.
Tell me that you were but a dream. Say that these memories grew only to exist as figments of imagination spiraling up into nothingness. Speak as if you were never here, as if I never loved you, as if this all were meant to be just another reverie. Tell me so I don't regret that you were real, so I don't feel this pain of loss.
Is it possible to love a memory this much? Is it possible to love a fading vision, even when it disappears forever?
I feel it, though.
And feeling is much better than seeing, isn't it?
I like to believe so.
Tell me anything.
Tell me that God creates...
because he loves us so...
Tell me that he destroys...
so we could have the ability to love so much more,
so much so that our hearts burst and break because of it.
You enraveled the caged feelings of my heart.
That is the reason why I cried. Trying to keep this fragile smile on my face,struggling to keep my lips from trembling.
I wanted you back.
I needed you back.
_♥. ƐunHyƐ
