eyes are painted with regret and i don’t need it.
Love is given such a negative connotation by those who have love and lost. Acting as if it sits in the pockets of those who feel it, weighing them down each and everyday.
If it’s weighing you down it’s not love, it’s fear. Fear of change, of challenge, of feeling, of the unknown. A fear that loneliness might give you answers you’re not ready to hear. Fear of time, of starting over, of experience, of accepting you’ve got flaws too. A fear that you might realize you spent a large amount of time fearing the only things capable of giving you happiness.
Stop being so afraid, wimp.
-tbrumm
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