I’m sensitive to the point where the slightest change in the tone of my loved one’s voice is enough to steal my peace of mind. I cry at the drop of hat. I’m an emotion fool.
I’m empathetic to the point where sometime I sit on my room’s floor bawling my eyes out over someone else’s misery. Sometimes, the person might be a stranger.
I’m vulnerable to the point where a smallest negative remark on my work is enough to make me doubt my potential and skills. I take everything way too personally than I should.
I’m passionate to the point where I lose control over me and become a complete mess in order to achieve what I have aimed for.
I’m intense to the point where one day I’d talk to you like we would known each other from past life. And the next day I’d forget that you ever existed.
I’m deep to the point where it scares me at times. I contemplate life in a way that for some time I completely shut myself out.
I’m loyal to the point where I’d handover my soul to you, either to make it or break it. I’m too honest for my own good.
I’m brave to the point where I have survived my world falling apart infront of my eyes, and I didn’t shake a bit. I never learnt to give up.
I’m strong to the point where if life knocks me down for 99 times, I’d stand for 100. My strength of character is the armor I wear while battling with cruelty of uncertainty.
I’m transparent to the point where I don’t hide a thing. I’m an open book of mystery. Everyone can read, but only a few get it.