Deep down I'm still in love with you.
Despite hating your guts.
Despite you ignoring me.
Despite you thinking I'm such an overdramatic queen.
Despite you liking someone else.
Despite everything.
I still hold something that couldn't be open, couldn't be touched, couldn't be felt anymore.
I know that I won't be with you till the end, so why does my heart tell me a different story?
annatanzyilyn ♥ 2:17 PM.