The problem is in me. For being so clingy, and needy, and affectionate, and honest and soft at heart. Attachments. I hate it, it’s my problem.
But I can’t resist the spell of your charm. I wanted to watch your glow all the time but it slowly blinds my eyes. A slight touch from a tip of your finger makes me want to hold your whole hand. It’s always like that, always. Attachments.
Now, I am not brave anymore. I don’t want to repeat the same mistake for the nth time This is the least I can do for myself, to save my heart from bigger pain. No matter how sad and depressing and ugly this process is, I’m not stepping back.
This time, I would want to save myself first before anyone else. Because I know no one will come and do it for me except me.
In process: detachments.