How timid and frail is unrequited love? A place you entered of your own accord, but you’re trapped inside, unable to find an exit. He doesn’t know a thing, and could one day leave my line of sight, and the love ends passively. A love that does not bloom flowers, and thus cannot dream of bearing fruit. A love like a seed that is forgotten. That is unrequited love.
~ Dok Mi, Flower Boy Next Door (via desertedsea)
i always get mad at myself for not talking to people but when i talk to people i get mad at myself because i dont know how to talk to people