I've came to a small realisation.As time passes,the feelings i feel then and now continues to be the same but what happens to the situation? Nothing went better. Nothing falls apart. Maybe things are crumbling bit by bit. I've been thinking of ways,how should i make all of this better when in the first place i created a damage to this. On the other hand,why must I be the one making such effort to save this before it crumbles down terribly.Why not we?Was it because you couldn't much less be bothered?because you knew what's save will perish eventually.

Why am i saving things that i knew it could no longer be saved? Why am i giving myself hope when i know this isn't working out? Why am i painfully going through this when i know when love knocks you down,get back up?

but then again, "what's yours will be yours"