Half of Me is You.

There is this guy I have long adored. He hold hands with his guitar and breath with his music. It is his passion and I've got nothing against it for he's been in love with it long before he even learned to speak. Fixated with it enough to even bother to know my name and just spare me some glance.

I love to love, and be loved. And I've learned that you cannot always make people love you. It is painful, terribly painful and heart shattering. But you cannot push them to like you specially if they have different priorities and found love in other people.

Now realization hit me hard. I should stop thinking about our make-believe-first-date in my head, not to over react with every gestures you made, stop replying the scene in the comfort room and be strong enough not to fall again with that smile.

So here I am cuddling Mr. Bear with half of my heart belongs to you. I should stop, I know it. Know it enough to break my heart but not strong enough to do so. And this feeling is consuming me knowing I can never have you. This love is nothing but a healthy pain.

But I'll get over you, little by little in time. :)