He’s not with me, but within me.

Thinking of him, and believing that he's the one. Yes? Have been the same since time. No? . Probably because fantasizing him is way more easier than living with him. Or perhaps that what I thought of me. Regretting will not be the exact word to explain how much hurt my heart have been carrying since then. Unable to get put of the depth he threw me in. I could not breathe, still but what if I say he himself took my hand and helped me get out of it. Strange but that's what we go through. Love? Nah. The thing that makes all other emotions go off.