And perhaps.
The tiny bit of hope has vaporised into thin air.
It's gone I guess.
Haha.
Cherish what you have.
But its kinda demoralising eh, to be broken so easily.
I dont know.
But I dont need to.

Words.
Dont just hurt, anymore.
They pierce.
It wasnt meant to be.
But, I thought all was fine.
But yeah, words, pierce.
Worse than a spear.
And especially when the person doesnt know it.

Foolish me.
Who am I to think that way.
I shall.
Be contented.
And take all the fruits that come my way.