please remind me, my love.

maybe, i'm a mess.

maybe, behind my exterior of pretty smiles and my ability to remain detached -- i am actually human.

maybe, some things will really never change.

like allowing someone to take a hold of my heart.

call me selfish?

i'm just scared.

i'm simply not good with emotions.

oh, no.

but he does all the right things. at all the right times.

and i'm torn.