A line away.

Love, as it is.
I have never been braver... yet also juz as highly susceptical to frailties. It's a sentiment tat musters courage and at the same time, invokes a huge sense of unpredictability. The safe zone is gone. I have decided on a journey with the barest of resources. Each step is slowly treaded, albeit recklessly at times. I am relishing the new role I am having, even though there's much to learn. The mindset has to be reset, priorities re-prioritise.

And then there are characters from her past to contend with. People which I never want to see again and the mere mention of some of their names bring rage. I wish I could kill them, literally...but I can't. I have never been tat particular, I wonder if it's directly proportional to the love I have for her. My mind is tipped to the verge of insanity, hold back only by the comfort of her phyiscal presence and love. I couldn't bear thinking the hardship and bad fortune to plight her, some of which are caused by assholes who deserve to be slaugthered. I am fighting hard to suppress the urge of retaliation. It's scary knowing wat I will do if I fail to keep it rein in...and lose the beautiful life I am having now. May the inner devil never win this fight.

One moment is all it takes to change or end everything. That's how easy to reduce all promises, assurances and hopes into nothing. While I put my heart and soul into growing this seed of love, a looming shadow of uncertainty might juz be waiting to strike. Fate has the trump card to crush all your stakes. You can do nothing about it and you can't beg for mercy. Wishing and praying suddenly feel so redundant. I will be on the receiving end no matter wat. You juz dunno wat you are going to receive.

How pathetic! For a man's worth and resolve is not able to rebel against the intangible influence of destiny. How many have sigh and shed tears, resigning to the higher force of Fate?

But I am insane and crazily in love. If I have to wage the biggest war of my life to stake my intent, then bring the battle on. For no supreme powers nor the most impossible odds have the rights to deprive a man of his will to plot his own destiny.

A thin line separates the foolish from the brave.