Heart. Concealed. Invisible.
Hidden. Chest. Unreachable.

Unseen. Doubt. Existence.

WDIBTT?

WN,WDIDWTT?
WDIDTDTCT?
YSTISST, TYDTMWSTIS. WIAYWSTIS, YSN.

Promises to Bei. **

Bei. I am forgetful, I am selfish. I am sorry that ive hurt you and I will change.

I can feel your love. You care for me. I will only love you. I love you because ive found my other half. Please forgive me.

These are my promises:

I will work hard for you.
I will be strong for you.
I will always hold you no matter what, I will always be patient, I will never shout at you, I will never point at you.
I will listen to you the first time round and you don't need to repeat anything.
I will smile and be happy at your side.
I will try my best to understand.
I will always communicate with you.
I will never lie to you.

Brink-

Fucked up. Quarrelling because of something so small. (whenever we quarrel I feel invisible. You can smile and laugh after quarrelling. I seriously don't know how you do it.)

True love is one that would understand one another. Unrequited love is when one is blind the other is counting. Both should always count blessings.

I am counting my blessings. You are counting my flaws, remembering my promises. I remember yours, you don't remember mine.

Patience. Love. Understanding.

I have these for you. Do you have these for me?

Brink

Let it all drown
Let it fall and sink
Perhaps this frown
is a waste of ink.

You can still smile
as if it is fine.
So, all these while
it's just me and mine.

You are so close,
I am faraway
to becoming foes.
It is okay

to give up on
me.

IF

If you leave me...

I will never marry.
I will prove to you that you are my last love.

I love you.

I don't understand how you can say that you give up on me.

I don't give up in you. But after I hurt you and the more I try, the more promised I make to patch things. The more bridge I create, the more bridge there are to burn.

This is what I will do. I won't believe in true love anymore. I will live a life alone. Giving it to God and my family.. This is what will happen..

If you leave me.

Gold

In a sports match there is only one gold. Second place isn't lesser gold or smaller gold, it is silver.

From the glorious garnish to a lacklustre lacquer, a huge difference in recognition.

The bronze is out of comparison because the bronze is a victor too. He trumps fourth place who leave with nothing. A silver can't be compared with a bronze, it's stage is with the gold. In a way, the earth coloured bronze is a reward in its own.

When both the finalist fought to their death, and put in their best efforts, everything else would be left to 'fate' and 'form'. Fate would determine the lucky shots and 'coincidental' judgments. Form would determine the amount of amateur error one professional would make.


To the silver medalist a close call would highlight all his mistakes to gold. Whilst to a gold medalist the same match would highlight all the lucky shots he has made, mistakes don't matter anymore. Winning gold isn't a mistake. He is the victor, and he is thankful of all the fluke.

One would reflect, regret and be in remorse only when he knows he didn't get what he want. (I have noticed how much you want it, it is reflected in the choice of the shirt you were wearing) You have crowned yourself in gold, perhaps to tell yourself you are worth that......

We all have our reason for fighting. Some stronger than others. Perhaps fear and burden are insanely strong motivators.

The story of the Chanel bag.

Up in the shelf. Its gloss glistening in gold.

Up in the shelf. Seemingly out of reach. The sudden feeling of being pathetic and useless.

Up in the shelf. I don't seem to be comparable to those who can provide for their girlfriends.

Up in the shelf. At this point my piggy bank is still filled by change and pocket money by my parents.

Up in the shelf. The distance seems to be temptingly