Anxious. Vexed. Apprehensive.
These are the words that best describe my feelings. My outlook on how will tomorrow look like is emptied with certainty. It’s either admiration or denunciation.
I don’t know where I got my valor to hurl that epistle to her. Perhaps my limbic system made me grasp that it’s time for her to know. And also to let go off the things that keep on bothering me. Honestly, I draw a smile on my face, whenever I imagine scenarios packed with optimism. However, veracity will always be a nightmare for me.
In the middle of full sanguinity, it will wake me up over stressing that she’s contented with him and will never be a dream comes true for me.
If only hallucinating all night can restore me, I’ll do it. But it’s not. It’s you who I need to give me a good night sleep.
The words are too deep. The more you know, the less people understand. Keep it simple, and you'll do well.
ReplyDeleteI'll remember that. Tnx. :D
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