I used to be.

I recently read an article and found my own version of thoughts through it.

I wasn’t always this guy.

I used to be the guy never gets bothered with whoever comes and goes from my life.

I used to be the guy who could care less the hearts he left behind. I became the one some people would text constantly, trying to make plans, and I dismiss them, one by one. I used to be the guy who doesn’t give a second thought to the feelings of anyone, rejecting them.

I was the guy that couldn’t feel emotionally attached to anyone. I try to or pretend to but deep down I know I don’t feel for anyone. I was that selfish and emotionally detached.

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Yet things have changed.

I became the guy that have my heart on my sleeve all the time, putting in my effort into something even though it was not reciprocated.

I became the guy that constantly held on to faith and hope, trusting that things will somehow work itself out and I will have my happily ever after.

I became the guy who stayed even when I knew I had a choice to walk away so many times.

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But yet I know things don’t always happen the way we want.

With every heartbreaking moment, I only began to realize things are not always for the better and we do not always get back for what we deserve.

With every piece of my heart taken and thrown away, I am starting to see walls around myself. All in an attempt to protect what is left of me. Locked my feelings up and leave the keys buried somewhere.

I was sought after as an existence, a mirage of what is a safe haven. Not a person to be with.

I will pick myself up.