「恋に落ちる」
I don't really know. The feeling is very vague, yet....I can feel it. It's as if something..no, not something.
The feeling of calmness yet nervousness at the same time. Of pain yet a tinge of joy. Its something that only few people can really express, but its something that only some can understand. I don't really know but, I just keep these feelings locked up inside.
Yes, I am afraid. I hope no one will know because if they do, I won't know how to react. Should I suck it up and accept it? Then what?
I don't really know what will happen next. Life is full of uncertainties, and this is one of them.
I sat there beside the person. The room was crowded yet it feels as if there was only the two of us.
We were beside each other yet there was an invisible wall between us. My heart was racing, my cheeks flushed.
I turned away to hide my face, only to sigh and act my best to be calm.
The feeling of my fingers were fading, and only the numbness and coldness were left. The silence was choking me yet, I didn't dare utter a word. I can't breathe, but still its as if I'm only beginning to learn how to breathe. The person's hair brushed against my cheeks, my heart skipped a beat. Our knees tapped, and there was a quick jolt to avoid the other, then sometimes they will stay the way they are.
Am I rushed? Am I slow? I don't know. All I know is that everything is here. Maybe someday, someday I will have enough courage to take the person's hand, and never release it. Hug them tight as I please, kiss them, hold them, until one of us gives up. It makes me cry.
I'm tired, as if all my energy have been stolen. I sigh and stay depressed, only to laugh and cry again. Maybe I'm insane?
Nobody really knows. These feelings in my heart. I was a fool before, for thinking that I know things, but in reality, I wasn't. I just acted and thought that way. Maybe I'm right, or maybe I'm wrong? It's what's always in my head. But who knows, and who cares. I don't care if this is false. I don't care if I cry in the end. Maybe I will. I'm just afraid.
What is this feeling called? I don't know, or maybe I do. But I'm afraid, if I say it is, it will end. I don't want it to end.
Even if it does, then I'll just treasure these feelings and lock them inside my heart forever.