She's been contemplating about life and love in the past few days. Her being a hopeless romantic has driven her crazy that she can't take it anymore. She loves to love but she always ends up giving too much of herself. She gets hurt. She cries. Yet, she keeps holding on to THAt love. She just can't let go.
She fights for it. Deep down herself she reasons why she can't to let go of the love- the love that gives life to her life. That love gives her a different kind of happiness and fulfillment. It makes her complete.
She gives all that she has... She leaves none for herself.
Now, he's gone. Not that he left but they both need some time to clear things up. They have to wait... And wait... But until when? She doesn't know.
She has been waiting. She keeps on waiting... Yet...
She's devastated- if that can completely sum up what she feels.
She has to be strong... She has to see things clearly as what they are not what she thinks they are...