Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
Thursday, April 9, 2015 || 8:54 AM
I've always been very fearful towards this word, because it has been used on me alot, by someone i loved.
"Because the word “Maybe” is the slowest form of torture that you possibly could have settled on, dragging out a hope that died long ago despite your stark refusal to bury it. Because maybe doesn’t mean, “This may happen.”
It means, “I am too fearful to go but not strong enough to stay.”
It means, “I’ll miss you but not enough to be with you.”
It means, “I love you but not quite enough to stick around and fight.”
I've always wanted concrete, something definite. But now, I'm turning into somebody who can't commit, somebody who only appreciates fleeting moments, somebody who can only love halfway.