When I hold her I experience warmth, when I smell her I smell hope, when I touch her I felt happiness… It’s been so long since I experience such sensations, so long I seem to forget what they are called, but she reminds me of them once more. Time and again, she has broken my heart but somehow, my love for her just keeps rekindling… I wondered if she felt the same…

After we broke up I have been searching all the while for someone who could interest me in so many levels, I tried to find someone that looks like her or even has the same hobbies as her. But through the evanescence of time, such an expectation began to distant and eventually it becomes more of a reverie. It is then I finally realize there could never be someone identical in this world…

Just as desolation engulfs me, she came back into my world once again at the most unexpected moments. She gave me hope, only to crush it in the end…

Now she’s holding that candle of hope in front of me again, and I began to fear that this light will die out once more…

I began to fear that what I expect will not become what I want, and that I will lose her to some other guy again…