I'm not even upset, hurt or angry anymore. I'm tired. I'm tired of putting more effort than what I receive. I'm tired of holding on for nothing. I'm tired of putting my hopes up and being disappointed again.

I just want it to be like old times, when I first fell for you. The things you do make me weak and I can't help but get butterflies. I'm in love with you. I'm just fed up of the usual.

It's not that I'm mad at you; it's not even your fault, it's mine. When I talk to you, nothing else matters. The world can fall apart but I know I'll still have you by my side.