The Well of Imagination
I'm just writing it down.
God will take care of the rest.
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“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”— G. K. Chesterton
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Love is friendship set on fire.
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my boyfriend
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Guess what Mr. Teddy does at night?
I think hope hurts more than rejection.
It’s quite easy to understand where you need to go after rejection, but being suspended in uncertainty because you dare to hope — that’s hard.
Most of me knows it’s impossible. If it wasn’t impossible, it would be improbable. If it wasn’t improbable, it would be unworkable. Our circumstances are simply too far away, yet I still hope.
So, this is me, suspended.
Silly me.
I would say I don’t really know how I feel about you.
But that’s a lie.
I would say I don’t really know what I want from you.
But that’s a lie.
I would say I don’t really know how you feel about me.
But I think that’s a lie too.
Everything has become so complicated to a point that although I do know, I feel like I don’t. Because it’s all an impossibility, an improbability, an unlikelihood. I’m not sure if I can come to terms with that. I know I have to, though. I know which path we are most likely to take.
But I won’t give you my goodbye now, because for some reason I still hang on to hope.
