I stopped.
Everytime I knew,
that I could wind up,
on this path,
I halted my footsteps.
Everytime I turned my back,
on the person infront of me,
because I was to scared,
to love her back.
Even if I saw,
life blooming in her eyes,
if I felt,
happiness emanating from her,
I still went away,
because I was to afraid,
to give this a shot.
Afraid,
of what will happen if that doesn't work
My optimism failed at that time,
because negative thoughts filled my head
When it came to
imagining myself
in the arms of another
I always pictured myself
sitting between a group of friends
single and alone
And I used to be happy
but since the day I saw her
and I met her and I talked to her
I realise I don't want to be happy like this.
I want her to be the one
to hold me when I cry myself out at night
I want her to be the one
to laugh at my lame jokes
I want her to be the one
to look up to her and say "I am not afraid"