For once I fear of being the one who’s right.
Is it true?
Asking the same old questions over and over which seems pointless gave me strength. Nevertheless I am at my limit. Moving forward would be the answer, a dreadful choice I have to make. A step closer to what is true and step closer to pain. The more I think about the more vulnerable I get.
Am I ready for this?
Falling in love again. Having a one sided affair, an unrequited love, looking at you while standing in the corner of the hall.
Is this what I wanted?
Setting my mind that you’re just a charity case seems pointless. Because no matter how much I hide it from myself I can see it. Not a glimpse but the whole picture. And it scares me.
Will I repeat the same mistakes again?
After a year I’ve gained so much when I lost almost everything and, now I am here again. Finding myself in a familiar ground.
Will this hurt as much as it did the last time?