I wish there’s a traffic light to tell me when to stop, go and slow down when I took this road of falling in love.

How did I let myself be fooled into believing that I was truly being loved?

So this is what love failure is? It’s worse than I imagined.

At least I never gave in.

I want to be your sweet good morning, your lovely good night and your most painful goodbye.

Perhaps I just cannot be loved in this lifetime.

I was too blind to see that she never truly saw me.

You are the only one that I care about liking me, and you don’t.