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Matthew played piano the whole night. The piece was still ringing in my head. And this time the piano wasn't for me. The tune wasn't meant to soothe me but him. He didn't sleep that night but neither could I. His flawed piece made my heart to stutter inside my chest. What was it inside my heart that flipped every time he came in front of me? What was it that curled inside me when I saw those dark bags under his eyes? It was the very emotion that kept bubbling inside me. It was the very pain that didn't let him sleep but kept me awake too. It was the love that had entered our life but was still a refugee.
I liked him. Maybe even more than liking but I wasn't sure of the love. How can I love someone I don't know? Yes, I was falling for him, I was falling for the demons he carry
