Maybe our hearts were next in line & maybe everything breaks sometime

Maybe people were right about the saying: The reason people hold on to memories is because they're the only thing that doesn't change when everything else changes.

Summer..

Sun. Check. Beach. Check. Ice cream. Romance. Check. Check.

Why am I complaining then? Perhaps I'm afraid of falling too hard.

What if...?

I guess I'm being paranoid. Yet again.

The thing is, how do you know when someone really likes you? What if you're merely a replacement of what they can't have?

I can't help but listen to that small voice in my head, that lingering foul past.

Ever since my father's departure from my life and settling with my half-sister, S and my breakup because he realized he likes our mutual friend, the guy who introduced us...Maybe shunning off feelings and cutting ties with emotions is the only way you can prevent yourself from hurting in this world.

Ha. If only I could just simply rip out my heart along with other irrationalities in me and bury it somewhere far, far away. Perhaps it'd be possible that one might be fearless.

After all, for once in my life, I'm scared. Terrified even. What if I'm only the second best? The replacement.

So...somewhere in the middle, I'm deciding...

You're only young once...go for it or better off to be safe than sorry

Seems to be a rather obvious choice, huh?