(i still live in shades of black, grey and the underbelly of dust bunnies)
What is nurtured slowly grows well.
☆ i love him. i realised it with a start. no mistake about it. and this love is about to carry me off somewhere. the current is too overpowering, i do not have a choice. it may be a special place, someplace i have never seen before. danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, perhaps fatally. i might end up losing everything. but there is no turning back. i can only go with the drift. even if it means i will burn up, gone forever.
if love cannot be everything, then i do not want anything.