I was crying to death knowing how I wasted my life trying to please with people around, and ended up hurting me.
Does loving the person tend to be this hurtful? Or it was hurtful because I was deep in love with the wrong person?
I hate how I was lost in a stranger's arms and drowned myself into a deep sea of love where I couldn't figure out what love really is.
He was everything to me, and I thought giving everything, surrendering my life to him and marrying him would be a world to him. But I was wrong, when at the very first place I was just a part of his world.
"Why do you always keep on running? Chasing and hiding? Aren't you tired?"
He grabbed my arms.
I sniffed. "Then why is everyone lying at me?" I huskily asked him.
"That's the point! Stop running away, face it and figure thi
