You say you love soups, but when it is hot, you try to cool it.

You say you love long walks, but when the road is rough, you find a vehicle to ride.

You say you love messy hair, but when you face the mirror and see your messy hair, you get a brush and comb it.

And now that you say you love me, should I be happy or lonely? I’m afraid that one day you may realize that I lack something you need and might not accept me for me.

I’m afraid of that.

I’m afraid of you. You saying you love me and doing the other way around.


About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on http://LeMisstache.com
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