Can't be spoken

Do you know the feeling of "love that cannot be spoken"?

It is like the blood capillaries and the blood, water and bottle, or maybe the pencil and pen.
It is so close, but they will never ever be one.
They are not the cotton and water, the sauce and meat or the voice and music..
They can't be mixed, which is the fact.

Getting to be so close with someone, but you know there's the boundary between you two.
You know that it is the edge that can never be crossed.
You know that's the limit you can go.

Are you the one and only who feel this closeness?
Are you the one who started to climb so near to the edge?
Are you the one who almost fall into the opposite world which could hurt you so much?

Do this worth so much to you.. or is this the choice you would go for?

No. Can I blame the opposite that keep pulling me with its strong gravity?
The gravity that I couldn't resist to fell to.
The gravity that makes my footstep weaker and fall into its hug.

If.. you stop, will I feel good?
If.. you aren't there to pull me anymore, will I miss you?

What's the end of our story?
I don't wish to know.

But if the world could stop,
I wish to be stuck at the time frame where we are together,
When there is no second thought of pulling back.
When there is no boundary being felt.
When the moon and stars shine brighter when we look into the night sky.

That's the most beautiful moment, when I do not need to avoid and being afraid of falling.

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How it'd be?

Is it the shape you see the volume it holds?
Is the word you said the feeling you hold?
Is the feeling I feel right now the love you wanna give?

What we always see, might not be the thing that it wanna present or mean. But we judge.
Judge may be a good thing, of course, may not be good. Without judging, how we gonna make a decision? But with judgement, doesn't mean we will be correct. Will things just go better because of our judgement.....?

There are always words and judgements from others when we became the subject. You may act yourself, but in their eyes, you may not mean that to them.
Different mirror reflects you in different angles.
Different colours spectacles watch you in different colours.
You may be a super sweetheart or devil without acting on it.
Because not everyone sees bad in you, or only sees bad in you.
It's about choice..

While writing these.. suddenly there are two people that pop up in my mind.
A girl that I've known for 2 years, and a guy that I that I just know for a month.
Thought of knowing longer, I might get used to the choice she used to see me. But, it's her choice to view and act on me. Which is a big contrast for now vs 2 years ago. From a pink glasses into a black one.
Now, here is another one that I just know for a month. It's his choice to view in any angle, but he chose to view me in this way. A pink one too. I wondering, will it be the same after two years? Will you change too?

Am I the one who changed, or others changed?
Am I the cause of the happenings..?
Is the shape you see in me the volume that I really hold to you?
Are the words and acts that you said and did the things you wished because of who am I?
Am I feeling the right feel that you trying to build in me?

Let this be the myth, the guess, the secret.
Let it flow in the river of my life.

I like you, mysteries.
#wink

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