I should give up on being happy. Being optimistic only kills me, I thought I had someone there for me. Maybe I’m just on my own.
What reality is there but pain?
No amount of memories or forgiveness could bring myself closer to you.
Never thought I’d be the one breaking my own heart and crushing my own future, especially one that I envision and built with someone that truly depended on my strength.
A strength called love.
A love that’s still here, because i haven’t given up on myself and her.
If, she loves me… Still…