it hurts to love someone when we can’t tell them what we really feel because sometimes we get hurt without them knowing. we get jealous even if we have no right to feel that way. we want their time even of we are not in the position to demand for it. although our hearts are breaking in silence we still continue to love them because somehow in the hurtful love there is still hope of having simple moments with them even if it means being just a friend.

chasing a pot of steam at the end of a colorless rainbow…

sometimes, it’s better not to proof read. sometimes mistakes are good and better left uncorrected because perfection is unreal. sometimes, it’s good to see the words you spelled wrong and the ones you scribble out to replace with better ones. it’s good to be reminded of poorly written paragraphs identified by the big X that crosses them out of the story. it’s good to see where you struggled and where you failed and the successes in between. sometimes it’s better not to proof read because sometimes you lose your image of yourself when you try to perfect your writing.