Mischievous & Melancholy.

Anonymous asked: For the record, I ain't "trying to find out if the person I am speaking about is you" 'coz that would be gay.

Noted, I was only stipulating.

Anonymous asked: This conversation did not happen.

Au contraire, it most certainly did.

Unless you meant for this statement to be said in disbelief. Like in the following example:

“Oh my god, this conversation did not just happen right now.”

In which case, I would not know how to react through my ask box, because you did not ask a question at all in the first place.

Anonymous asked: Why haven't you told her? Are you scared that she may not feel the same way about you? How will you find out if you don't ask?

I gave my reasons for not telling her in the previous post.

And I have no fears if she does or does not feel the same way about me.

With my basis being the reasons aforementioned in the previous post, I am perfectly content without knowing how she feels about me.

I’m sure you might be trying to find out if the person I am speaking about is you.

In which case I will tell you that I believe that sometimes, there are certain things that should be left unsaid.

What if it wasn’t you I was harboring affections for?

What then anon?

Think what you want, but I’ll tell you straight up.
I’m not attacking you, anon, for asking me these questions, this is just how I articulate myself.

Anonymous asked: Why haven't you told her? What if she likes you back? Is she someone from home?

To which home are you referring to? I am in a process of a transition, and I consider myself to have two homes at the moment.

I haven’t told her because of many reasons, but these are the main ones:

1.) I have other things to focus on right now.
2.) I currently don’t have time to invest emotions and feelings into something I won’t give my full attention to.
3.) It also seems that I have developed a pessimistic view on people with regards to their habits and secret initiatives.
4.) I am tired of being in relationships, because eventually someone gets hurt.

abcdeden:

I cannot touch the pen to the paper

and when I do, the ink leaves no marks;

no marks of meaning or purpose, or marks

of you

and I think to myself

and become sick

and wonder why

I can’t be

without

your hand to guide mine

to paint the pages

with your

brilliance.