I know I shouldn't date Luke. I shouldn't let him hold my heart if I know in the future he's just going to crumple it like a piece of paper. But the thing is, I can't help myself to hold some small hope that maybe he's different from the rest of the men—from my dad and Klaus. I think there's nothing wrong going against my belief sometimes but am I able to raise on my feet again once the day I catch Luke f*****g someone arrives? That's the question that I've been asking myself since the day I let him enter my system–since the day I let myself succumb to his gentle kisses. I should wake myself up now from this utter stupidity but from two years of hating men to the core, I become rather more stupid. I don't learn my lesson. Maybe hating men is just an exaggerated act of mine. But you can't b
