What was I even thinking?
What was I hoping for?
I believed that there could actually be something.
I was delusional, again.
I got hurt, again.
But me, I still keep going, hoping one day, I won't get hurt, but healed.
Maybe that day will come eventually.
And once it will,
I'll know that that's where I'm supposed to be, that person is the one, the one who'll hold me in his arms and never let...