yup, i admit it. i'm scared to fall in love.
Wait, make that scared-shit-out-of-my-wits.
Why, you ask? Cause i know myself. I know that when i let myself fall, i will be falling.. hard. and when i'll love, i'm gonna give my heart, my soul, my all - my everything. And i'm old enough to know that there're no such things as happy endings. Ok, maybe there are, but they're rare... actually, rare is an overstatement. Make that, a chance of 1x10 to the negative one hundred percent. As soon as the miserable end comes, how will i be able to take back all that i gave? how will i be able to get back my life that i gave to this one guy who used to, and still, make my heart jump? How will i be able to glue back the pieces of my shattered heart?
Sad endings equal a humungous amount of pain, hurt and suffering that i don't think i can live through. Call it selfish. Call it stupid. Call it whatever the hell you wanna call it. Bottom line is, putting my fragile heart out there to him, not knowing if he'll take care of it or not, sounds crazy to me.
But then again, who says love ain't worth that risk?
Fuck.