That same one particular line keeps repeating in my head.
Non-stop.
"That love is for the lucky and the strong."
When? When did I become this insecure? What happened to the old me where I so daringly fell in love with just anyone that has interesting personalities and catches my eye?
What's with his fear inside of me? When my heart's been broken too many times that maybe it's about time I got used to it?
But then again. Like what Kelly Clarkson sang about.
"My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with."
signing off~DE XIN
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