Blessing?

To feel your feelings so deeply, is it a blessing or a curse? 

How is it that people can be so unaffected and casual about things, and not hurt like I do?
When months go by, but I'll still at the restaurant. 
Attached to the fading memories and missing connections. Especially afraid of how one of a kind each of them are, that nothing can replace the feeling of them.
The harsh reality is that people, with unexplainable reasons, may find themselves not being able to fit their puzzle pieces with you anymore. I may not belong in their map anymore but I'll always be sure to leave a space for them.
'I am a mosaic of everyone I loved'
I will watch shows for the ones I love, I will pick up slangs and pass it around, you would be the back of my mind when I visit places we've been. Forever held close to my heart, in every heartbeat.

To me, it'll always be a blessing. No matter the reciprocation. 

Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them. 
I'm so terrified of losing people, but who is afraid of losing me?

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