here I am, once again.

Well here I am, once again. I don't really know why I keep coming back to this fork-road, but needless to say, it's indubitable. If you've ever trusted or loved, you'll have been here before. I try so hard sometimes, but I have to learn to accept that there're some things that are beyond my control. No matter how much I want it, some things were perhaps never meant to be.

"no matter what I do or say, it just won't change anything; about the way you think, past or present. and even if things do carry on, you'll always have that doubt inside you."

I don't know what's there to be left to said. As perfect as it was, it broke. As amazing as it was, it ended. I don't know if things will go back to be the way they were, or if they never would; but I do know that my feelings have never changed. I still do trust you with what I have, I still think the same way of you, I still do look back at those moments with fondness and urge to replay every single moment. This door will stay open for you till the day you decide to come back through it for as long as it can.

"you may not be perfect, but someone someday will think you are. he will love you for each and every imperfection and flaw. he will wait all day just to see you, and stay all night just to hold you. to him, you will be more than perfect, you'll be the love of his life."

You know over time, I've come to realize something. Sometimes, we never give things enough time to show itself. You might be doing the right thing, and it may be exactly what you want it to be. But if you give it up so easily and readily, and never allow it to bloom and blossom, you'll never know what you actually had in the first place. After all, we often times never know what we have until we first lose it. Tell me then, wouldn't it be a little wrong to give up on something that you never know what might come out of it? At least if you tried and it didn't work out, then you can at least say you tried. And yea things may get rough in the end, but don't we fall to learn to stand and walk again?

Tell me, what do I have left to hold on, little or not?