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jiali ♥
twenty two. sixteenth februaries.

Mirrors ❞ ♡ Tuesday, May 21, 2013



'Cause I don't wanna lose you now
I'm looking right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold

Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you baby, it was easy
Coming back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
I couldn't get any bigger
With anyone else beside of me

And now it's clear as this promise
That we're making
Two reflections into one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me
Staring back at me

******

Ok so I seriously don't know what's up with myself. There's a strange sense of irony in how I've built walls so high because I don't want to end up hurting myself again, yet at the same time I realize that I'll never be able to be happier than I am now, if I don't open up the vacancy in my heart to someone who wants to make a permanent reservation. *Sings to The Wanted's Heart Vacancy haha*

It's not because I don't have faith in you or that you lack any qualities that I see in others. In fact, we're pretty much like each other's mirror, and we know it for ourselves- how similar we are and how we've always stuck around despite the years.

One year is a long, long time. Who know what will happen within this period..? But still, thank you for being around. You know how hard it will be to love me because my heart isn't even whole to start with. You know you've got to pick up the pieces and mend/glue/plaster them together again before anything else can happen.

The reason why you're so amazing is because you're willing to do all these things in the one year you've given yourself, even though you might not guarantee yourself that special space in my heart. Thanks for doing your best in helping me get my goalpost out (from the dusty storeroom) again haha. You may or may not be the scorer, but at the end of the day, it touches me to know that you're happy, simply because I am. 

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