oh, words.

they mean nothing.

you can't always be a free spirit, you know.

i'm still scared to let people in... perhaps more ashamed than scared.
i... am ... not that good of a person.
virtues, values, goals ... in retrospect, they never meant anything to me.
and now i want them all... i need them.

he didn't let go of me because of where his life had taken him, that moment at that time... he said: "the point of no return has passed already."

empathy.
the capacity to recognize or understand another's state of mind or emotion.
em+pathos.
if i am passionate about life, i should not have an issue with being an empathetic person. To feel what he feels, to think as he thinks, to know & understand.
because knowing is greater than understanding. . . to feel, essentially.

what i know is this: i don't want to hide from him, and this encompasses all aspects of myself- my life, daily activities, aspirations, even the things i know i should not be doing or thinking. i want to be able to express myself to him, fully- as he does with me.