You’re a total stranger. I know for a fact that we shouldn’t trust a stranger. We gave each other the benefit of the doubt, until regular chats becomes so soothing to my old soul and I never want to stop. You run inside my head all day (aren’t you tired yet?) and you’re charismatic character in messaging clings to my burdened heart. I don’t want you to feel like I am looking for an affection to fix my broken self, I want to you to feel that you gave me that unique warmth that tickles my brain, it’s more than friendship but not really in love. You’re special. Infatuated I may be, but I don’t mind, I can admire you from a distance, more than a thousand miles distance. We argued like lovers and I regret that you hold that grudge in your heart. If I hurt you, I am deeply sorry, you picked a broken piece who only wants to protect her heart from being broken again I didn’t mean to cut you. Forgive me for I owe God a promise, that I will guard my heart and soul so it can never be broken again until the angel He promised fly over my way and ask His daughter’s hand with sincerity.
Comfort in Fall
