Tuesday, November 22, 2005
There is a familiar inkling in my toes; the one that quietly bids me to run.
An almost strange uneasiness sits at the pit of my stomach:
Say hello to fear; fear that two people who want each other just won't be enough.
And so before the love sets in, before the possibility of heartache multiplies, perhaps I should give in to my instincts, take the easy way out, run.
But something makes me want to stay, battle it out with you till I'm bruised, burnt and broken.
Because maybe, just maybe, my instincts are wrong, and the morning afters will prove to be so damn breathtaking.
And people talk about how they don't know how to be alone, I don't know how to be with someone else. After all this time with solitude, I have forgotten how to be comfortable in the presence of companionship.
Pick between the girl who got away and the girl who stayed; between the girl who is perfect only in possiblity and the girl who is flawed in reality; between the girl who could be and the girl who is.
God, I worry too much.
sherry @ 3:37:00 pm
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