Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was beyond my control.

Happened twice already. I'm really, really trying to move on. I'm trying hard to stop being feelingera because I know I'm just going to be hurt again in the end... But deep inside, something tells me that it's true. It must be true. I am sooo frustrated. Because I know it's not true... I hate him for being like that to me... but I hate myself more for falling again with those kind of tricks.