• How can I tell him that I love him? My head is spinning, I’m confused. What if he doesn’t love me like I do? What if he was just messing with my feelings? Well, maybe I am the one exaggerating. Maybe it’s time to get through my fears, scream the truth from my heart, my head, my own me. Maybe it’s time to scream it to the skies, to the moon, to my beloved. It’s time to act and say, no time to think. Time to follow my own instinct and my own will. Maybe it’s time to appear in my own color, my own feelings. Maybe it’s time to wake up from this abandoned heart, to unite the pieces, to breath again like a new person. Maybe my own hurt and memories are my real prison, my dungeon. And the only way to escape is to tell the truth, my feelings, my ideas, my true self; that must be the key to open the first door from many other doors and keys. Maybe it’s time to travel through the rough so in the end I could rest in shadows of a big tree. Maybe is just a big dream, so fantastic that if you mess with it, it might disappear when you wake up. If I don’t do anything about this now, it might be late, that my coward half might take control of me, completely this time. How come I had never been able to stay happy, to stay in control of myself? I think I am just a coward that does not know when to start fighting for my desires. The only thing I know for sure is that he makes me feel alive, free, and happy. A feeling that no one else had made me feel. Well, maybe my true feelings are hidden because I am absolutely afraid. This fear is so big that I doubt of myself, very frequently. Maybe I am the kind of person that feels insecure of what she/he does. Or maybe I am not that sure of what I am. Maybe my true self hasn’t come ashore from the deep ocean. Or maybe my true self sinks, just like a boat that has been shot by the enemies. How could I feel that I love him, if I don’t even know what or who I really am? What is my real purpose? What I am saying… I do love him, I just do not know if I am loved, too.