Love was never on my plate and I was foolish enough to hope again. Hope is such a dangerous thing, isnt it?

How does love fade away overnight?
Perhaps, you'd know that better.
You said some things, things that drew a beautiful pattern of damage in my soul.
Your words ensured that whenever I look myself in the mirror, I would do so with despise and loathe.
Until yesterday, you spoke of your love with such passion that it made me go weak knees
I...