There are cracks on the very foundation we built on
Cracks so tiny and unseeable to the naked eye
Unnoticeable until the storm,
until saltwater seeps through and exposes them to the world.
Jarring and repulsive.
Begging to be pried open.

I wish intentions were written on people's heads.

I'd like to think that I have become cold hearted as the years past,
That I have grown to become tougher,
That I'm no longer my younger self.
But nights like this make me feel like I'm back again.
Back to when I was that same girl,
the one who feels too deeply,
crying over the slightest of absence.

Through the hustle and bustle of life,
I have lost my words.
I forgot the joy it brought me to be able to create and stir emotions.

I have now the urge to be back.

I'm finally making progress and it feels great!
I might not be as strong as other people out there, but that does not mean that my hardwork can be belittled.
I have put in a lot of effort in training and for once, I feel proud of myself :)

I love you with my whole being.
How can I not?

You'll know he loves you because he will be there.
He will always just be there from the very start and there are no mind games involved.

I think people who are not medically diagnosed with anxiety, OCD or similar issues have their moments too.
Instead of huge meltdowns,
they have random mini ones scattered throughout the day that they themselves are not aware of.
I say this because I feel it,
And this is what I make of these sudden little bursts of worry and stress.