The sting of under wraps.

It is not easy living a life like this--full of questions, lies, discouragements, frustrations, worries and disappointments.
We try to cover up our real feelings for those special people we care for just to take pleasure in the delightness that it brings forth. It’s like knowing a secret that you should be heedful of. But it is also undeniable that it also entails the pang that almost crushes the entire being of anyone.
Why do we tend to love those people who have no ardor on us and fail to notice those who try to reach out and show their love for us? Why do we keep on waiting for those people who are also waiting for other people? Most people tend to obscure the emotions by themselves. Knowing that, that particular someone will never be yours, that you and that certain being were never bound to end up. It’s really like you are being left hanging on the highest point of the cliff with your head turning and turning and turning that all you just sought after is to collapse on a bed of roses. Funny to think, isn’t it? Do you know what it feels like? It’s unexplainable. It’s foolish to think that there are a person like me who keeps on asking many questions and until now has no answers for it pertaining to insanity and mystery that love brings.