How did change become a chance? I've changed, and I've promised myself that I'll never open the door for Lavin again. I'm not going to love him anymore. I'm not going to let him in. And that was a total blunder of a promise. At the end of the day, he effortlessly entered the door with his key in his hands.
The reason for this is that even if I locked the door and misplaced my key, he could still get in? Because he is the other half of the equation. He is the other half of my circle. He is the radius. He's the other half of me. Allowing him this time will only make me happy for the years that I haven't. I'm simply rewarding myself. I simply want to love and be happy once more. Because my happiness is lies on the person itself.
Yes. I risked again. I was being a foolish, again.
I lay a
