Foolish

I've been badly hurt before. And I didn't want to fall into that trap again, so I forgot all about it. I had become extra protective of myself and doubtful about others. I never wanted to be vulnerable again.

But then you came, and I thought maybe it'll work out this time. I was willing to give it a chance.

So I took a risk. I trusted you. I was there for you. I gave you all I could. I made you special.

For a while, it seemed like everything would work out. That it would be alright to trust again. That it would be alright to open myself up again, to give someone all I could without the fear of being betrayed or taken for granted. That someone would also make me feel special. That maybe, it'll be alright.

But like many things in this world, it began to fall apart. I tried so hard. So hard I'd die trying. But you weren't there. You weren't willing to give it your all. You weren't willing to at least let me feel that the risk I took was worth it.

I feel cheated. Betrayed. Confused. Disappointed. Torn. And hurt.

I shall never trust again.