I never thought I'd find myself sitting down to write about my feelings. It's not really my style, you know? I prefer to keep things bottled up inside, let them simmer beneath the surface until they eventually fade away. But lately, things have been different. Lately, these emotions are bubbling over and threatening to spill out at any moment.
I've always prided myself on being tough and independent. I don't need anyone else - or so I thought. But deep down, there's a part of me that craves connection, that yearns for someone to understand me in ways that no one else can.
It's strange how easily people misunderstand me. They see the cold exterior and assume that's all there is to me. They don't see the vulnerability underneath it all, the insecurity and loneliness that plague me when no one is looking.
And then there's you... You see through my facade in a way that terrifies and exhilarates me all at once. You make me feel seen in a way I never thought possible - but with this newfound visibility comes a fear of rejection unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
I hate feeling so exposed around you sometimes... And yet, paradoxically enough, it also feels like coming home after years adrift at sea.
You make my heart race with every word you say, Every smile directed my way sends butterflies swirling through my stomach. Butterflies should be reserved for children’s books Not teenage boys who pretend they aren’t affected by such trivialities as crushes
And yet here we are, Caught in this tangled web of emotion, Each thread pulling us closer together while simultaneously pushing us apart How do we navigate these uncharted waters? How do we bridge the gap between what we want and what we're afraid to admit?
Maybe writing it down will help untangle some of these knots Perhaps putting pen to paper will give voice to those thoughts too long kept silent Or maybe...
Maybe this is just another futile attempt at understanding myself better, A lost cause destined for failure from its inception. But even if nothing comes of it... Even if these words remain unread by anyone but myself...
At least I'll know that somewhere out there, My truth exists beyond mere whispers carried on wind-swept shores,
Awaiting discovery amidst Iceland’s frozen landscape where secrets lie buried beneath layers of ice – waiting patiently for release into daylight again