20.5.20

the truth

Sometimes I would find myself on the edge of losing my control when talking to you.
All the words my heart wants to say to you.
Sometimes I just have to stop seeing you, otherwise, all these unbearable feelings would just swim out into words like,

I don't want you to leave.
I miss your smell.

Funny how you scared and made me at ease at the same time.

And you should never know. You should never. Because your heart belongs to another. And I shall not want what belongs to another person. That's just wrong. Karmically wrong.