If only you could acknowledge that there was something between us, that it wasn’t all in my head, that we had something, that it was real. Then maybe I could forget you.
It’s not that I won’t fall in love again. I think I can. I’m silly and naive like that. I fall so damn easily. Even though I know I’ll never love someone the way I love him but I think I can love again. But I do know that, it’s not worth it because no one will ever fall for me. It’s always going to be the same story for me. Unrequited love. You see I fall too easily but I’m so fucking hard to love. So it’s better this way, being alone.
— I don’t think I’ll make it if I love someone without being loved again
