It's okay if you don't like me.

Tore between what i know is right and what i want to be right. I got stuck in this limbo of wanting to move back to a time when things are different. Where possibility of a future seemed real. 

So there, I stand still not knowing where to go and forever live on the promise of tomorrow. 

What i may truly lack of, is the courage or perhaps the willingness to make that choice. 

Thank you for making me realised how dangerous infatuation can be. Finding myself doing things I never thought I would, so blinded by the very obvious facts, and clinging to strings of false hope. 

Sometimes i ask myself, what was i thinking? And the answer? I weren't. 

And now that i had. Yet i'm still here, wondering when would i have the willingness to make the choice to make it right for you.