I think, trying a new relationship is a way to heal wounds from the past. But now, I made a new wound. Not in my heart, but in his heart who turned out to have a love for me.
Unfortunately, day after day passes and this relationship feels sad for me. He who loves me so much, and I don't have the same feelings.
In fact, his loving feelings weren't replaid by me. I don't refuse, but my heart chooses to close the door. My heart loves, but the owner is not him. My heart misses, but misses for something that hurt me.
