They say you will never forget your first heartbreak. But I don’t remember mine. In fact, I don’t remember love at all. It’s been so long since I last loved someone.
I almost always think that I am in love, then after some time I will realize that it was just a desperate need for someone to hold me. I get hurt, but it’s not the kind of hurt that will crumble me down. I’ve been so self-aware, and I don’t let myself to be vulnerable.
I don’t even know if I am still capable of loving and accepting love.
I don’t know anymore.