She stops hoping. She stops expecting. Funny, how once she used to be the girl who believes in everything especially Love does not believe in anything at all. One broken heartache later, she gives up on it. She shuts herself in. Shuts everyone out. In her years of living, nothing has happen. Never felt loved even once in her life, she begins to doubt that feeling will ever exist in her life. So she turns to her books, musics, paintings, and writings. What she couldn't get in her real life, she could get in her Passions. She never got the chance of feeling Love first hand, so maybe reading about it could give her somewhat a hint of that feeling. Always lost in beautiful words, she relies on her books so much, she almost forget there ever was a real Love to begin with. She has lost all her hope of Love in life, and she stops expecting for it too but she never lose her hopes in her books. If that's the closest thing to Love she could get, she'll remember it all. Despite her lost of hope and her non-expectations, that tiny fraction of light in her heart still wishes for that one true Love. That one true excitement. Hmm, silly isn't it?
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