i found another hope.
then again, the hope fades away - with no one by me.
i want to try again, to feel to be loved, to ask ‘how’s your day’ everyday, to be asked ‘eaten already’ every breakfast, lunch and dinner. i want to do it all over again.
what scares me the most, ‘again’ is a murderer.
can i promise to not to break any heart again?
no, i can’t promise anything; even to my own pathetic self.
i found another hope. and hopes always makes me wonder - can i feel to be loved again?