29/Climber
Wow that was way harder than I thought it would be. Hours felt like years, memories kept pouring back but yet seemingly erased with no trace in reality. Countless thoughts. Thankful for the darkness to cover the tears that managed to escape. Felt like someone had taken a knife and slowly plunged it into my heart. Twisting it along the way. That night a part of me truly died.
What I couldn’t sign off with.
“Knowing you are happy is enough. If you are happy, I am too.” Love always, F.
Word
It’s funny how you never seem to make the right decisions and it’s only when it is over that you start regretting.
Honestly what are you feeling? Betrayal? Anger? Jealousy?
Tsk.
너모짜증나
“I always thought I’d be able to act cool in situations like this. Turns out I’m a loser after all. And I am not okay. But if I felt okay that would mean I didn’t actually like you that much. I’m afraid I’ll act like a loser for quite a while.” - Startup
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
She smiled, and I was left gasping for air. It felt like I was trapped in a slow motion car crash with my hands tied behind my back. I fell for her; helplessly and oh, so very fatal.
