She asked, "where is the love?".
She answered: "It's gone with the wind, the same moment where misunderstanding and second-guessing comes into place".

She looked at the current situation and all she wanted to say is, "don't my love, don't do such things, because at the end of the day you will realise that its all for naught and the hatred will just keep consuming you until there's nothing left".

But then again, she doubt that it will stop. She question the possibility of it stopping. Feelings are such unpredictable and intangible creatures.

Now, she feel such fear in her. The fear of history repeating itself over and over again. Like a vicious cycle.

Perhaps it's because we cherish and treasure each other too much. Perhaps, that's why.


Hello World. Why does relationship sour so easily? she wonder.

foryou, a thousandtimesover
2:48 PM