Let's Just Talk

I once wrote in 2018: "If you have made a bad choice, Don't be afraid, The legends, The epics, The great novels, Were all born from bad choices. Bad choices make good stories. You don't get what you want, You don't need what you want, Your present is everything. So, what if you made some bad choices, They make a better story. Why not wait until the good stories come, Why not wait until you have some hope, Why not stand until your dreams aspire you, Why not make a bad choice of waiting, Why not go and work on it without quiting? What is more important is that you choose your faith." It's almost 2024, starting to hate how this hopeful kid became such a nhialistic Narcissistic sociopath like me.

 "Can I steal you for a minute?" I once asked. Since we first met, something inside me changed, I experienced a side I wanted to embrace. Silly but happy, hopeless but romantic, yet unable to express. We argued, and with words and actions, we ended up hurting each other more than caring. Animalistic, unrefined actions, yet you were the catalyst that turned me into a philosopher. You were my chaos, I was doing just fine without you. When I cut you off the other day, I felt liberated by your shackles. But the day we met, it stung open an old wound, I realized there were a lot of things I left unspoken. Important things. After five long years without them, my panic attacks were back. It always killed me to feel this way for you. We were never some Romeo and Juliet, we were always doomed. You never gave a shit, so why do I? I climbed a mountain and danced in the rain, yet I cried. There was a void. You did nothing but your very voice in my head haunts love for me. Over and over I...