untitled., it takes years to build, and seconds to destroy

Notes: 1 / 2 years ago

it takes years to build, and seconds to destroy

…..and then i started to reminiscene……….

when i was younger (and way lighter), my dad used to the carry me and throw me up into the air, then catch me. i always knew he would. there wasn’t a single shred of doubt. i trusted him completely.

when i got a little older, my dad would bring me to the swimming pool at downtown east. (not the crappy one now that’s on the roof. the old one that was on level 1) he would stand at the deep end, tell me to jump in, and promised he would catch me. i didn’t know how to swim at that time, but i trusted my dad wholeheartedly that i was fearless. if he told me to jump out of an aeroplane, i would believe that he would catch me.

then came the day when my dad left. i felt the faith and innocence in me just melt away. i was made the grown up in the family when i was only 12. forced to grow up rapidly, i missed out on simple childish pleasures. i dealt with it and stuck it through.

fast forward 13 yrs later…. meet 25 yr old lana. fatally flawed. insecure. cynical. unbelieving. and a self-proclaimed skeptic of love.
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