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Alyaa Amalina ♥
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Sunday, March 14, 2010

you see two people and you think they belong to each other. but nothing happens.

when you love someone, you open yourself up to suffering.
thats the sad truth.
maybe they'll break your heart, maybe you'll break their heart, and never be able to look at yourself in the same way.
those are the risks.

the thought of losing so much control over pesonal happiness is unbearable.
that's the burden.
like wings, they have weight.
we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us.
burdens which allow us to fly.

~BONES~

what could have been.
♥ 10:06 PM