Fool.

It's heavily raining outside. My room's windows are all fogged out. Alone in my room. With my phone beside me. Honestly, I'm waiting for your message that will never come. It's cold and the sad feeling inside me is making things worse.

I have no idea why I'm feeling this way. I have no idea why I'm thinking of you. But the biggest mystery I have in my head is why do I still love you.

I already knew from the start I have no chance.

I already knew from the start this won't get me anywhere.

I already knew you won't love me as much as I love you.

But I didn't care.

I didn't care at all.

I believed someday you'll also feel the same way for me.

After all those pain, I still love you.

Why is all I can ask myself.

I guess I'll forever be a fool when it comes to you.

Tears running down my face.

The rain is just making me feel even sadder.

It feels like heaven is also crying.

It feels like heaven also feels my pain.

I guess I really am a fool.

Like someone in the middle of the dessert waiting for the rain.