A glimpse.
A glimpse he said.
A glimpse I allowed.
I felt it once again.
I felt love once again.
Little did I know it was lust.
Little did I know it was false.
I allowed those silly emotions creep in.
I allowed those doubts fade away.
But it was only for a while.
Only for a while, I discovered that I was being played.
My emotions being stamped on.
My intelligence being played upon.
If only I had believed those little doubts.
If only I stood with those pretty little fears.
Although I stood for those inner doubts,
It was already late.
Better late than never,
I could have prevented the later.
I guess we form a little part of our fate.
The little things that makes us different aren't our making either.
Each supernatural trait a human has is not coincidental.
These traits are to be notified, observed and nortured.
These traits in me I found,
I challenged them and the consequences of my actions I faced.
I looked him in the eye and saw a determination to stick to nothing but betrayal.
Then, just then I believed the earlier presumed doubts.
It wasn't about knowing I was right.
It was about knowing that reality can be disappointing.
I regretted every glimpse,
Every glimpse I allowed.
For at this point I knew I had felt nothing but false love.