i was busy mending broken heart. past bruises and scars that are still hurting. and there you are, knocking on my door with your 'salam'.
we talked from 5am to midnight. u told me your deepest fear, your secrets. i couldn't reveal much. i didn't tell u the whole truth. would u accept my demon side, i kept wondering. u said i'm bubbly, something he used to say to me too. but i'm not just pocket full of sunshine, there are layers beneath me i'm afraid to show. what if u flee and go, would u stay when my demon shows?
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