I know you’ll leave me in the morning when you wake up.

Maybe it’s just me but ever since my previous relationship, I’ve learnt to look at feelings through people’s eyes. I know the difference between lust and love and I know when someone’s out of love. And it hurts when I couldn’t see anything in his eyes. I knew I had lost him but I still held on, trying to get that look from him again. But what’s lost is lost and there’s really nothing I can do about it.

I may not love as much as anyone who loves me but I know that look in those eyes. And I’m ever so terrified it will go away and I would lose another. I know that no one deserves to be pushed away but I’m not allowing myself to get hurt anymore. Enough of that.

I never intended any of this to happen. And I’m not letting anything else happen. I’m building my walls back up and guarding my heart. Nothing else will matter to me but me. I don’t care if I hurt anyone. I am done and I’m sorry.

And up till now, I had sworn to myself that I’m content with loneliness because none of it was worth the risk.
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