“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Sometimes when your world crashes down from above and you think there’s no way to claw yourself out of the rubble of your life, a hand reaches for you. Finds you. Drags you from the depths of despair and refuses to let you go.
The more you hide your feelings, the more it shows. And the more you deny your feelings, the more it grows. :)
First day of exams is over. Going to hit the books after this, just stop by to see how everyone is doing. I am so over thermodynamics, and wavelengths, and everything.
Organic Chem, Bio, and English Test tomorrow. :3
People are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.
It’s wrong to compare a broken heart with a broken glass. Because a glass once broken and glued back together becomes more fragile than it was before, but a heart once broken and fixed becomes better, stronger and wiser.