it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie
How timid and delicate unrequited love is? Even though unrequited love finds its own way in.. it’s a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find an exit. Without knowing a thing, if he leaves my sight one day.. even though I’m the one who started it.. it’s a love that ends vain without it ever having a purpose. Never ever even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers.. A love that can never bear fruit.. like seed left forgotten. That is.. unrequited love.