Irony of Silent Love
Loving this time is very inevitable.
Wrong timing. There’s no right timing in love.
There’s just a 50/50 chance. Yes or no to put your feet into it.
Serendipity. Fate. Destiny.
One of life’s poignancy and irony.
It’s either you make it or break it with him.
I think I’m delusional.
I couldn’t decipher even the easiest puzzle in front of me.
It’s too complex. I’m too complex.
How can a simple thing called Love be difficult.
Maybe I just make it complicated.
Vulnerable. Confusing. That’s how I describe it.
If only I can say everything, every word that comes to mind I will.
But the thing is, I know people will be hurt. I will be hurt.
Keeping quiet is my only option now. But it is hurting me.
It’s like a huge bomb waiting to explode inside me.
I couldn’t help but wonder, do I deserve this silent love?