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Of Walls and Fears
Friday, 29 August 2014 || 10:27 || COMMENT HERE ♥


How would you expect someone bring down her walls with bundles of what ifs floating in her mind and a bunch of skepticism?

At some points, I was advised to take down the walls, or at least just build a fragile barricade. "C'mon, test the waters!" Neither of the options has been taken by me. But don't fret. I just decided to make another choice, the choice I bravely take-- lowering down the wall and not totally break  it. Nonetheless, I find myself taking what I somehow notice with a pinch of salt.

Yes, doubtful.

The what ifs are still there. The past experiences still find their way to creep in. Basically, I am doing things for the could-be's but scrutinizing even the smallest print my eyes can detect then unintentionally foresee random results with the help of 'my past' as the basis. The result? My box labeled "unworthy" is almost full now.

What does it take for someone to be called "worthy enough"? It is when that person has plan to stay in your future and is not just another part-time person strolling for a nanosecond in your life. Not a Landi Landi Lang! By then, I know I am willing to take a slice out of my attention allotted on my study for that special person.


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