She is bliss. And i wouldn't trade her for anything in the world. But sometimes in gets really hard. I guess it's not the walking-on-fire that hurts, it's the walking-BARE FEET-on-fire that scorns. I think i have lost every drunk excuse, every profile pic, every story to tell, every stolen kiss, every tipsy sunrise. All is lost now, and i pray that she lower the temperatures.
I wish i could get to the core of her, and i will water her coals. Sometimes i think i know her best, that i'm privileged whenever she shares me little nothings and big somethings. but there are moments, too many actually, that whenever i ask her lovingly what's wrong she doesn't answer.
she told me she has always been that way. and that's just how she is. She deals with everything by herself because it's how she is. i miss having that kind of thinking, but i know how it kills you.
sometimes, i just want her to let her guard down, and stop acting superhuman. she's gonna have to let it sink in sometimes.
and i will always be there to drink in her bitter juices.
but how long shall i wait?
i'm really thirsty.
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