My Love

After thinking things through over the past few days, I find myself questioning everything. Am I doing the right thing by holding on to her, when I can’t even explain the trust she needs from me? The truth is, there’s barely any trust left between us.

She’s deeply disappointed in me, because in her eyes, I always seem to be lying—even when I’m not. I just wish she could look at me with her heart and not just with doubt. But maybe I’ve already failed her. She only believes in what she sees, and I’m not someone who explains myself much. I’ve always believed that the truth will reveal itself in time, but maybe that’s not enough.

Yes, I feel like I’ve failed her. Maybe I’m not the right person for her. But the selfish part of me can’t let go. I still hold on, even though she no longer trusts me. Maybe… maybe I should set her free. I feeling guilty about wanted to possess her. 

But can I, I really want to be selfish for this round. Just want to hold her back to me. Ever our point of view are different. I will try hard to change myself. 

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