Work was such a bitch, so was she and the customers. My legs are almost close to breaking, my heart was tore apart and my emotions went on a roller coaster ride.

The night embraced me with an unbalanced mind.
Imagine you are an onlooker looking at a situation, and that situation happens to be your love life. What can you truly see? Can you dissect every emotion? And the people involved, what are they doing to you? Are they making you feel wonderfully blissful or worse, tormented? Some people look for love at all the wrong places. I pose this question to you. What is love to you? That something that makes you happy? Or that something that gives you that drive in life. Are you able to describe love? All these thoughts were lingering in my brain at work as I was walking home. I watch intently as other people’s love lives slowly enfold itself. Slowly, my thoughts drift back to my own. Well, we always hold onto something so dearly and that is hope. This glimmer of hope that keeps us going. But this thing we call hope is fragile; it either make us or break us.

I feel happy, and yet...