Augury—More often than not, It’s all in our head. We make up all these troubles that haven’t even come true, let alone be certain that it’ll come true, because it has become a default that whenever we start to feel strongly—affectionately—for someone, we’re expecting that it’s never going to work; (we’re expecting) that someone or something will arrive to, inevitably, destroy that feeling, when the truth is: we don’t know that, but we would often choose to play safe, and run away at the first sign of trouble. “It’s over.”, we would often think.
Uneven—When you embrace someone, one of you is hugging just a little bit tighter; when you kiss someone, one of you is a tiny bit more passionate. How unfair. Love, that is (unfair). No matter how much we try to balance it, it always feel like one or the other.
Realistic—People have been focusing on their pain and fear so much that they’ve associated the word to negativity and hopelessness. Love, happiness, optimism, and so much more are all part of reality; let’s try not to forget that.
Never-ceasing—How many times she must have fallen to pieces, and yet she always comes back a thousand times. Don’t you think you owe it to her? To be brave, and push through as well perhaps, a thousand times as well?
Sparks—It’s that flickering, dying-but-still-fighting kind of hope that we can never falsify. If you try to create it, it’ll never light up; when you least expect it, it burns. (It burns) so little, but brighter when we dance around it.
It’s always the same thing. People will tell us: “So you have a choice: continue being lonely or choose to move on to something wonderful?”, or something like that. How do we move on to that something wonderful, though? I’ve moved on from a lot of feelings before, but I never really encountered that wonderful thing they’ve been talking about. I still have nights when I look back and regret my choices. Where is this wonderful thing?