♥ Faith.

Wake up

I don’t even know whether you love me still.

You said you wanted to give me my birthday present, then I didn’t wanted to, cause I said I’m “not related to you”

Then you said I’m your friend.

It hurts even if I didn’t say so. It hurts to hear you tell me that I’m just a friend. It hurts because it means that there isn’t any hope left.

None. For you and me.

I want to wish you well, sincerely from the bottom of my heart. For you and her. But no matter how hard I try, I want you for myself.

Humans are essentially selfish, rational and insatiable.

You hurt me so bad with the things you tell me. Yet it’s the truth, who can blame you?