I start to question the road I'm following. Even though I should forget and never look back, I couldn't just stop caring, being a soft heart to those I love. I may be hurting but I still feel this love pulsing, grabbing himself strongly to what's left of us. I question if I ever had any control over him. I guess I don't, I never had. And I try like I've tried many times before. But I guess that when there are no reasons to hate, to stop loving it's harder to go foward and stop pretending I wouldn't go back in a second.