I started hating the things which I loved once. I am confused whether you love me or not. The love that I feel now doesn't feel happy it's bringing pain and hope and that hope destroys me from living my present. I decided not to expect anything from you but still my heart hopes for the things that will never happen. I cannot share my present with you knowing that there will be no future for us. I hate that I cannot stop this never-ending confusion and agony running in my brain. Every time I decide to move away I am getting closer. I began to think that sharing all these thoughts with you is a burden. I am confused and tired from my thoughts. I wish we can free each other from ourselves and live the present moment happily.I wish the art of letting you go would be easy.