“If you’re reading this and you’re not happy right now, you will be.
I don’t know what you’re going through.
Everyone has their own type of darkness that they’re trying to make sense of, but no matter how dark it gets, you’ll do it.
Things will get better, you will get better.
Life will become brighter, and you’ll look back on days like these when you couldn’t look forward to the next hour, let alone the next day.
When you do, you’ll smile, maybe even laugh, and it’ll hit you.
You turned out just fine.”
— Maxwell Diawuoh

What this really is

Is love really an illusion? Or am I just saying this to conceal my feelings away? I don’t want to pretend but I don’t want to care either. I think I’m starting to realize my real feelings. Maybe I’m just mistaking it for love because for the first time in my life, I felt comfortably close to someone whom I really like. Maybe I’m just getting all the wrong ideas from our friendship and taking it to another level. Maybe I’m just assuming that he could also feel the same way about me. So many maybes and what ifs. What if this is really love and I just let it all slip away in a blink of an eye? What if he also feels the same way about me and is just also too afraid to risk what we have right now? What if we’re just both afraid of our own feelings? So many maybes and what ifs that I can’t help thinking that maybe love is just an illusion of maybes and what ifs.