drabbles i wrote some time back

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The person I like is very weak. She is terribly afraid of the dark and is very timid. She is scared of ghosts and is easily startled. If you observe intently, you can see her jump a little whenever something catches her by surprise although her face mostly betrays nothing. In a completely dark room, her voice quivers lightly and her body trembles. On days when her anxiety kicks in, she teeters dangerously on the edge as the loud thoughts swallow her quiet mind and she tries her damnedest to fight against the demons. When it seems like the demons are winning and she seemingly ventures into a path of self-destruction, she collapses and rebuilds herself. For every time that that happens, her heart hardens further more. It may seem that she has extremely high walls but she lets people in more than you know and all you have to do is to look closely and you’ll see the cracks. The one thing she never lets anyone on is her tears in the middle of 2 in the afternoon or at 3 in the night. Despite all these, her brave façade never comes off that it looks as if she could hold the sky even if it should fall. She picks herself up every single time and refuses the hands that reach out to her. Therefore, I like to think that she is strong but the person I like is actually very, very weak. So until the day that she finally sees that she is deserving of all the love in the world, I will wait patiently. And when the time comes, I hope that I will be the person next to her. So dear god, till then, please keep her safe and give her the strength to carry on.

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The unyielding sun made it hard for us to even open our eyes and yet here we were at the amusement park, joining in the unbelievably huge holiday crowd.

“You’re so spontaneous all of a sudden. It’s unlike you.” I mentioned casually without much thought.

“What’s like me then?” she asked.