Back.

Four Months.

That's the time between today and our breakup.

And I never stopped thinking about you.

Today you asked me if I was in love back then. I don't know how to answer it. Was I in love? Am I right now? I mean, I don't know what love is. I think that I loved you before. That's why our breakup was so hard for me.

Today I can't say the same. After you left me, I suppressed my feelings. I tried so hard to forget you that I didn't forget.

I know those feelings are chained inside my heart. Sleeping. Waiting for the true love's kiss to wake up.

I'm also afraid. Afraid to fall in love again and you leave me. It would break me. AGAIN.

But I prefer to be broken a second time than never feel love again.