I’ve never been in love, not yet. Just the thought of it makes me cringe, I don’t think I’m ready. I think I’ll be mad if I will love someone.
For me loving is like reading a book, you read its pages to know its story, and once done it’s up to the reader whether he’ll keep it or not. Every detail, even those you chose to forget disclosed. That’s something I can’t handle yet.
Then I imagine myself, falling, when I have finally detached myself from my own fears. Have accepted the idea of inviting one person into my own world. Its like freedom – but I am still afraid to lose my senses and give my all.
This post was written in response to Blogging University’s Daily Prompts Take Me to the Moon “How far would you go for someone you love? How far would you want someone else to go for you?”