And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck.
i like people who r chill w platonic kissing
I used to believe in all of that, prayers, miracles, things like that.
I did not want to give up. I had no other choice.
At least, that’s what I believe. It’s just that it makes more sense to think that those things don’t exist, that it doesn’t matter how hard I pray because nothing will change. My grievances are not heard.
But..I promised myself that I will come back to Him once I’ve realized that my prayers have not fallen into deaf ears.
I’m trying. I’m trying my best. It’s just that apparently, once you’ve let go and lost sight of what to hold onto, it’s going to take a while to find it again.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is..
I’m lost. I can’t find my way back.
Maybe someday I will, in the meantime, please don’t give up on me.