I shouldn’t be here waiting for him at airport. I am embarrassed. He didn’t even noticed that I am here. I felt like I am here for no reason. Today, I think I again made a mistake by being here. I wonder why is it so hard to love someone. Why we keeps on desiring to be with someone for whom even your presence doesn’t matter.
Once I said, “I don’t dare to love when I want to love. I will regret it when I want to persue it.”
My thoughts 