Why Love?

Why Love?

Why it has to end like that?

Just.. Why.

Ye boop-o-meter kya hai koi btaega 🙂

Loneliness got me wondering... If I ever fell in love what kind of lover would I be?

The give it all kind?

The passionate kind?

The funny kind?

The patient kind?

May we'll never find out🏷

I fear loosing relationships because of my inability to tell the people how I feel

I want to say everything but it just comes out in tears soaking my pillow in the night

When is it going to be my turn to be happy!?

Am I a bad person?