the happiness touches only the surface and can't seem to last. all of it might just be fake.

to me, it felt real, i wanted it to be real. but when only one wants to tango, it definitely won't work out and the hopes and dreams to carry on with that dance routine will just be a waste of time and effort and gradually end up in disappointment.

i wanted this. more than anything else. but it seems that letting go might just lessen the pain and damage.

i can't cope anymore.



weak.



.