Love is only good when you have someone who loves you back. Crushing on someone just kills you. You think about that person constantly but all you get is a tired heart. From all these pains and tiring days of waiting to catch a glimpse of you, I starts to wonder. Wonder why am I here? Who do I live for? What is my purpose of being here? What am I good for if I have no one who loves me and no one for me to give my love to? Then, I soothe myself by thinking all the good possibilities. Maybe it is not my time. Maybe I am not ready to feel this thing people call Love. Maybe, just maybe.
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