Being a deep girl is both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing-- you get to take in easily even the most unfathomable ideas, those that cannot be comprehended by the faint-hearted, the mediocre flock.

And a curse, darling, because everyone you meet, everyone you cross paths with, becomes a candidate, a prospect of your heart. Whenever someone new comes in your life, you feel this mini wheezing in your head, this immature throng inside you, that certain hint of nervousness brought by the unknown.

The deepness of your mind engulfs your being, transforming your standards; erasing all the stereotypes this world has established.

When you are a deep person, you wear your heart on your sleeve; for you, everyone deserves to receive your feelings, not because your love is different, quintessential, weird, but rather,  you can readily give yourself, your heart out to anyone. You never think of loving as a waste-- even loving the most complicated soul, even loving those that can never yours-- because love, bittersweet love is always worthwhile.