28 October 2012
Wish there wasn't an ego to stop one from saying "I miss you". Wish there wasn't a voice at the back of the head that keep questioning if I would be good enough. Hope the heart didn't skip a million beats of thinking about the "what ifs" and "why nots". Wonder why the stomach churns at the thought of rejection , and shrinks at the thought of embrace. Your embrace. But, are my 'guns' ready?
Of all these things, the healing heart prays it doesn't have to go through another break, another ache.
The Unwanted. • Opuss № I