Hey I thought I just had a peek.
Chance to check this thing they call…well, love?
Alright! Not really but I guess it gave me a side glance [at the very least].
And it truly makes me want to cry.
Tears seems like for grief than joy.
At last, as last. Finally, finally.
But for some reason, it’s painful. It feels like I am separating with my old self.
For several years I am my own love. I relied to no one. Felt nothing.
Suddenly the one thing I thought I always wanted is the same thing I would want to run away from. For some strange reason I cannot accept the thought that I’m leaving the old me behind. It feels like betraying the tough version of me. It feels like giving up to a non-existent pact.
It was just a glimpse how much more the real act?
Why is it so painful to grow up?