No me gustaba ser algo rara... Si es que esa es la palabra para designar a alguien que no habla mucho. En mi contexto es así. Muchas veces pensaba que me comportaba como una tonta en comparación a como lo hacían los demás, siempre risueños, dinámicos y sociales. Las cosas han cambiado en cuanto a percepción propia. No creo que sea una tonta por comportarme de la manera en que lo hago, cada individuo es diferente. Me sigue importando lo que piensen los demás pero ya no creo que sea... Incorrecta.

I want to love, not just fall for it. Falling from above means you'll hit the ground. Your ears drown out the noise The only hollow feeling in your chest won't stabilize. Your heart tears at the seams when you realize: You were never the first choice. Someone else is their Everything. So I want to love Have someone reach out with their hands and hold me if I dare to fall, feel me with their words, stitch up the seams that dare to fall Apart. But all that seems So unreal. So I'll watch from afar.

♡ Not a hundred words, not a Thousand works of art Could describe the 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 Of you still seen in the dark. Not a hundred songs, not a Thousand nights Could catch the 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐 Sat in your eyes. Only one thing could clearly. That is the light my heart hold' Beating for yours so dearly In the folds of the thousand Poems about you I told. Our love is bright like a 𝖉𝖔𝖛𝖊. And still You would be The brightest light In the city of my 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊. ♡

And I'm loving everything about you, the way your eyes accompany your genuine smiles, the way you move your hands when you are excited or happy. And I'm loving your voice when you mention my name and how much you love me, the way you look at the world and tell me about everything interesting you find in it, the way you make my heart feel... Because I'm loving everything about you because I'm loving who you are now, because I'm loving you ♡

Regardless of our issues, I will love who we are. I always miss you, I promise to never wander far.

~ Love Is a strong word for something that only shows affection. If I were asked what love means, my reply would be simple. Love means understanding without asking. Acceptance without knowing. Welcoming you without giving the invitation. Love, in my opinion, gives a false sense to people only using it one way. But love has many forms. So if you were to ask me what love means, I would remain silent. Because telling a person who doesn't know what love means is like teaching a fish to swim. ~