I had this need to write out my feelings on here and I hope you don’t mind.
Well, my brain is at war with my heart, clearly, because nostalgia has crept into my thoughts again, it’s heavy and demanding.
Right now it’s four in the morning, and perhaps the lonely hour is upon us, which reminds me of previous late night discussions between me and an old friend; someone who ultimately became a ghost in the shadows.
The point of this post is, there isn’t one.
I have no clue as to why I need to express myself in the middle of the night.
Maybe it’s the longing to see your eyes the minute I wake up in the coming hours, or just the sense of knowing you’re present. To know everything will be fine in the end, that you’ll be here to cushion the impact.
To say that I miss you is an understatement. To say that I didn’t wish for a second chance to know you is greater.
But life can be a bitter lemon, and sometimes, it’s an apple you can sink your teeth into.
Be careful with your heart, but love as if you’ve never been hurt before. Follow your heart, dreams, instinct, gut feeling.