Do you ever sit alone and think, 'damn, that wasn't easy.'
Feeling proud of yourself because after crying for nights, you're still living, still happy.
I gave love a second chance, even a third.
But eventually stopped believing in the word.
Because every story has to end someday,
Forever, it won't stay.
When I love, I love with all my heart.
Trying to protect the relationship like some precious art.
But then, were the efforts worth it?
I avoid getting attached because I fear history will repeat.
Love isn't simply liking someone. It's an emotion combined with excitement, insecurity, happiness, and expectations.
I'm done trying to apologise and give explanations.
I fear falling in love, complicated emotions, and losing it all over again.
#Philophobia
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