Somewhere In Brooklyn

27 - December 1

Sometimes, I wish to be able to tell what I feel and what I think.

Without stuttering.

No, not sometimes. All the time.

It frustrates me not to do such a normal thing. It frustrates me not to talk to you without feeling shame.

I've spent months avoiding people and emotions. It's funny that I even wanted to sew my lips up, but now all I ever wanted to do was tell you every secret, every dream, every thought I had.

That night we collided, and we looked briefly into each other's eyes, I felt like I've known you for a long time. I couldn't explain it. Since then, you became my constant, and all these were unknown, scary territory to me. All I know is that you are the first person I'll finally let in.

My only plan was to slowly free myself from the darkness since I met you, so please believe me when I tell you that falling in love with you isn't my choice. It is beyond my control, but I won't mind as long as I won't ruin you.