Every time it is time for us to part. My heart drops and I feel terribly empty inside. It is a certain fear that at that very moment, it would be the last time you will be so beautifully in love with me, and I am so hopelessly in love with you.
I looked at you at the mrt today and wondered to myself, a year ago we were no where near where we are now. Everything seems so unreal. This love feels like a dream.
I am finally understanding what you mean by you cannot get yourself to stay mad at me. For I am not able to stay angry at you at all. The moment I set eyes on yours, everything is just different all over again.
I am falling too deep. I am afraid that I am foolishly and absolutely in love with you. Never those that we use as assurance to each other, but genuine love that you start to care about them more than yourself.
I hope we will stay that way and those hurtful words will never harm us again.
But I know, tomorrow, history repeats and we will still helplessly in love with each other one way or another.
I love you. I know you know that too. :)
