would you light my candle?
i woke up at a forbidden hour in the morning to this:
"nrl! i made up my mind! lets both fall in love willingly! fuck getting hurt. want want!"
i wasnt sure if i was dreaming; im not even sure i replied.
and four hours later i woke up again and realised it wasn't a dream.
yes, this is what people feel when we guard ourselves too much that the wall is just too high to be broken down. we've got friends who've got our back and go with us through all odds together, but sometimes theyre just not enough.
yes
marr, i wanna feel the purdy butterflies in my stomach too. feel the dizzy spells when he walks by and blush furiously when he speaks to me. i wanna be able to not just like a guy for how he looks or smiles or acts, but for who he really is, and love him that way. that's why i love it when a new guy comes in. it's like, despite the unfathomable attraction present, there's also the teeny tiny chance of a possibility that hey, maybe he could be the one.
maybe five years down the road, we'd still be hand in hand, laughing and crying over the same things.
i want love to fall so easily like the rain that's falling now.
(the stupid CNY celebs downstairs are annoying the fuck outta me and messing my thoughts. dont get me wrong cos i'm not racist or anything but KNN they woke me up from my sleep with their terribly loud, and incredibly off-pitched voices, wailing CNY songs at what is most probably the most maximum volume. jesus.)
