What is love? The one who you trust? The one who you admire? The one you can't let go? Why is there love? I have so many questions to ask but among them are depending on the answer. Why would I trust to love if he chooses someone else? I can love but can he love me back? Do I care for him? Does he accept me? If love really exists in my heart, I would do it. But how can this happen? Is it coincidential? Or is it happening right now? I love you. If that he meant, otherwise why would it be me who can really accept it? Maybe you have someone else because I don't want to be played by love. I don't really want to love because in the end, I would be in pain. Pain that can't be forgotten. Who can I rely on? If you still love me, then why don't you let go? Letting go of me would make you regret it. But if you would let me go things would have been changed. The way we did, the way we had our moments filled with happiness but I couldn't erase them because you were still filled inside my mind. But it would be good if you let me go and never love again. SOON.
