And suddenly, despite the number of promises I'd made myself, while we were parting ways for the hundredth time, I realised that maybe, just maybe, I had become terrified of losing somebody.
Terrified of one day not being able to see them everyday and not being able to converse with them like we would have all day to talk and not being able to be with them.
I was terrified. Terrified of that goddamned day. And every waking day after that. And I let myself admit it. I was terrified.
Or dare I say, am.
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Harmony in Chaos
PoetryThese are just small random pieces of writing, some of them my quotes, others, descriptions, or questions left unanswered. But please keep in mind, whatever I post, will have exceptions. They will be true only in specific cases, and everything I wr...
