When was love a mistake?

Is it when you give it to a person, who never loved you back?

Is it when you suffer, all for the sake of someone?

Is it when you choose to walk away?

Or is it when you choose to fight for it anyway?

My story started with a turning of the reels.

Wwhen I say the word everything will start, everytihing will play. But, what I can't control is my heart, the only damn thing that wouldn't listen.

I know for sure that loving him was the greatest mistake I made but at the same time it was worth it, and I never regretted anything though I know for sure that he will never stay.

That in every touch of his hand I will cringe, I will offer myself all over again.

We were just finding for an escape but it seems like this desire that brought us together is the same thing that will end the both of us, when love became to much, when everything was in disarray.

To be able to take care of someone, you have to choose which hand you will hold on

And which hand you should let go.

Unfortunately, it was my hand that he dropped.

And the broken pieces of my heart shattered beyond repair.

This is my story of 'holding on' to someone...

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that is holding on someone else's hands.