Whenever I see photos or videos of you with your friends or family drinking wine, talking to each other in French, I feel insecure that maybe I will not fit in.
I don’t know when and I am not sure if I’ll ever be a really happy person… But what I can assure you of, you make me happy, I want to be happy and I am working on being happy.
I love you
I want you to feel that I care for you and I wish I could make you feel that way in this lifetime. I don’t know if it’s possible but I hope it is.
I miss being with you and I hope that you do too. Let’s see each other again, at least in our dreams… for now.
I don’t want to be alone but it feels like I deserve to be alone. I want to love but it feels like I don’t know how to. I want to not give up but I don’t even know what am I holding on to.
Maybe I didn’t even realise that I am a scarecrow. I scare you away even if I think I’m not doing anything wrong. 😦
…I’ll have to bear the thought that there is something alien in my body, and I cannot un-think that.
Maybe I am just too ambitious that I imagine that if we become a couple, you would introduce me to your family and then maybe they will like me and then I will have a big family again.
You like me a lot, I think it’s because you know and you feel that I am different. I am not like just any other girls. You want me to be yours and I am yours.
Everyday, my bipolar heart is torturing me with this ballad that runs in continuous loop… it keeps on repeating the same song, the same tune, the same chaos…
I haven’t written for weeks… because I was working on seeing you again and I did. 🙂