Taken from irina's blog in it's entirety because too damn relevant rn.
“I wish I had a someone who would observe me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.”
This foreign yet once familiar set of feelings I am about to allow into my system, I contemplate. I am afraid. The way my eyes linger on you got me a little worried. How much am I supposed to let myself go; to fall. Also at what speed is considered safe for the protection of my heart; in the case of emergency retreat?
Most importantly, are you going to be responsible for my feelings?
No comments:
Post a Comment