I never thought love was supposed to always end like this. Maybe I have it all wrong. Maybe it wasn't love. Telling myself it wasn't love makes me believe that one day I'll be happy one day when I'm in love. I want to believe that its not a fantasy and I keep catching bad cases, like one would catch a cold.
I used to believe that when I was ready to love, it would be given back. Someone would realize and appreciate all the love I have to give. But my love seems to be blind or as silent as a ghost. I don't know if I have fully given up yet, but I think I maybe tired of trying to love...for right now anyway.
