Your heart, my hands

It’s been awhile.

I’ve grown used to writing, pen to paper. Typing my thoughts seem foreign to me right now.

So much have changed but one thing that’s stayed the same is the way I turn into an emotional person whenever I write/blog.

I don’t think i’ve matured much in the relationships corner – my feelings are ever so fragile, so fickled... In fact, i’ve gotten worse.

The further it is from me, the less I feel the need to have.

I learned that sometimes the best way to love something is to love it from afar.