A Few Words Left Unsaid
A million feelings. A thousand thoughts. A hundred memories. All for one person.
All those cliche novels you read about, with the slightly different plot and the typical craved fairytale ending, don't really tell you what love is like. It's not as simple as they make it out to be, but of course, nothing in life is ever simple.
Do you ever ponder over everything you have to say before you actually say it? Replay memories not once or twice, but hundreds of times to derive and assign some significant meaning? Try to avoid getting categorised under possessive, persistent, or just plain bitchy? In the end, you just do it, cause you care too much.