I loved fairy tales as a kid.
I think I never outgrew that.
I’m still wishing to have my own fairy tale.
That’d be great.
You’ll never really going to find out unless you try….
There are times when we just feel suffocated. We feel like there’s no more air to breathe. We feel like we’ve given so much and have done enough. But the fact that the other person thinks you’re still NOT good enough and that you need to change a lot about you, is just so exhausting.
I don’t know if I’m fed up or just tired. I’m going to rest my heart for a while until it is ready to get beaten up again.
Life is all about choices. Love is a choice. I choose to rest for now. But that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. I’m just tired. I need to recompose myself so that I could love him again. Love him without hesitations. Love him without doubts. Love him. Just love him as long as I could.