This feeling's like a tree
My heart's like the ground
My brain's like a woodcutter.



At first, the tree was small.
And it grew, very slowly but beautifully.
It became a good asset for the woodcutter, who took shelter under the canopy every hot afternoon.


But one day, the woodcutter was dozing off under the tree, when a storm was imminent.
Lightning struck, and thunder roared.
And suddenly, a lightning struck on the top of the gigantic tree.
The massive electric current travelled down the tree, and struck the ground just a few inches beside the sleeping woodcutter.

He woke up, shocked.

Realising the danger of the big tree, he decided to cut it off.

And he did.


But all he cut was the trunk and above it.
The roots was still there.
And the woodcutter had no idea how to remove it.
And he couldn't help reminiscing all the comfort under the tree, but at the same time the moment that had almost killed him.


It was both painful, and yet blissful.






Yes, that's what I have just realized about my feelings for her now.


I might have managed to cut the surface of it. But as long as the roots are still attached to my heart, it won't go away.





In fact, it may even re-grow...