My heart is where it hurts

~~i dont know why. but it hurts. my heart. if only i can knock on the door of my heart, and ask;

"Why oh why are you aching??"

~~It hurts when you leave.
It hurts when you stop smiling.
It hurts when you back off.
It hurts when you turn away.
It hurts when you just stop.

~~Sometimes, i wonder. Is this how love is supposed to feel?

Because to me, love is my safety blanket.

~~when i screw things up;

leaving my books back in the room on level5
bringing the wrong shoes and having to borrow a friend's slippers
taking the house keys to school and locking the whole family out
putting the electric kettle on the stove
reading someone's diary
hiding someone's phone as a joke and making her really2 worried
fail a subject
come home really really late
act overly-spoilt and annoying and insensitive

i know, after all the stupid things and screw ups, in the end, love will assure me that;

Yes, you're a dummy Adora. but hush now dont cry. we still love you.

~~so yes. it hurts how much i love you. because im afraid of losing you. even after so long, i'm
still sfraid that one day u wake up and realise that uve had enough of my silly antics and
decide to go.just go.

~~so yes, my heart is where it hurts. the most.