When you’re almost at the point of losing something so precious, all memories of it clutch your mind.
Some which happened, some which are fantasized to your liking.
Like a love per say;You carefully plan how life will be with it.
The sweet and sour moments … mostly sweet in that gullible skull led by your fluttering heart.
Then you pressure yourself to act fast before this potential reality would slips to another.
But as lazy as you are questionable, you think
‘What if’ it’s not real? (which of course isn’t… at least not of yet)
‘What if’ this which you call ‘love’ is just a fear of loss?
You wonder and wonder, ponder and ponder
Till your panic eventually translates to your loss.
By Daniella D.