everytime I break a heart, my heart breaks a little too... I mean, it's not like I'm a total or mean girl, I have heart too. So I feel sad when I know that I make someone sad... honestly, if I could I would just accept every hearts given to me, but then it's not easy... maybe I'm picky? or maybe I have what they call philophobia (the fear of being in love)? I mean, we were fine as a friend, but when he started giving out signals, I freaked out.

I don't want to break a heart, I am thankful people find me lovable, but I guess it's not my fault when I can't love them back? It's a matter of heart, something I can't control, no?

I always believe, when I love someone, that what matters is my feeling. I love him and that's that. Whether he loves me back or not is another matter between him and his heart, something I can't interfere.

Tomorrow is a valentine day and I can smell a heart breaking already.

and I'll be the one who does the duty.