I used to think that if i love something i have to find the source of why im loving.
But now i learnt,
its how i create the pretentious love when i thought it is supposed to be there when im hoping one.
I was wrong all this while
Loving is not enough
Its more than that
And i also learnt,
i love the wrong thing.
But its too late now. I still have to carry on.
Now im walking with my dying heart and an empty soul to my marriage life.
I will always be that girl who will always feel nothing for emotion. Im dead inside.