Its becoming unbearable to see you sad and ill-fated with love. Everyone that’s walked into your life has only the intention of walking out of it. You’re a hopeless romantic, friend. But are you really? Or are you just as desperate and eager for the attention and love the media portrays? I can read your expressionless face as you say “I’m fine on my own.” But what its really saying is “I need you, I need love, I need to feel secure.” As the days, maybe months pass, someone new has come into your life. Perhaps he may stay, perhaps not. But you’re vulnerable, you’re eager, you want love - but what you’re really feeling is lust. Hoping that you’re in love, but its just a mind game…you fall for those sweet honey brown eyes and those charming words that flee from his lips through your ears and into the mind. You ponder in your bed at night with a smile before you fall into a deep sea of dreams, thinking that pehaps he is the one, perhaps you’re not so luckless on romance. Then one day he decides that he’s not ready for this… I’ve been through the tears and the talks, seeing the sweetest sadness in your eyes and hearing the pain through the cracks in your voice. You’re good at hiding your true self, but I’m better at reading your thoughts… -KBM
-this isn’t a secret but a writing I’ve written to share with you all.