As the rain pours, mixing with my tears, I look at my surroundings, feeling lost, it is dark, silent and scary. "He'll not come" that's what I'm thinking about yet I'm trying to forget those words as I'm still hoping, sighing I stood up and was about to leave but I felt hands around my waist pulling me in, "I'm sorry, please don't leave" He cried, we were crazy, sobbing I look at him staring at his puffy eyes "Why-" I stopped, terrified, scared that he might tell me those 'same words', specially we're in the same situation again, we've been here, always here. He put his hands on my cheeks wiping all my tears yet he failed, just like a stream, my tears can't be stopped. "I'm sorry" he did it again, "It's fine, I understand you" and I did it again, we've been here, he told me those same 'words' playing me like his favorite sport, basketball, then making me dizzy, I feel like I'm the ball, why is he like this?
Although he's making me feel stupid, I still like...no, actually I still love him. Even though he stabbed me with a knife full words and actions, I'll still accept it, wounded and in pain, because that's how I love ....but what about him?
Does he still love me? Did he even loved me?
