The truth is,

deep inside my heart, if you dive deep enough, there’s a tiny silly part of me who wants to be single again.

To be happy in the strangest ways, and miserable again.

I can be that dumb sometimes. And secretly, i want to stay dumb.

And brokenhearted.

Because misery is a mystery. It’s an adventure of finding yourself. Of finding something you may call home. And to return to it. It’s a cycle of thrills and chills.

We know it goes round and round, but it’s fun like that.

So, i love you. I wouldn’t leave you. It’s only a tiny silly part of me who speaks nonsense. But it brings more than just balance — it saves me.

My soul constantly needs rescue. And an evil ridiculous thought like this one does just that; saving me and making my life less artificial.

Evils are good.

But you’re better. You’re an angel, prettier than what they told.

You’re, my angel.