When I was ready for it, you gave me hope. When I expecting for it, you gave me disappointment. When I thought it will be happy, you make me realize it does not last long.
If there's one minute of happiness and a month of sadness, to feel less sad and less disappointment, I would pick a month of sadness. At least I dont have to feel like as if I'm on a roller-coaster of mood swing, it feels even deeper when you gave me hope and you took it away.
I should have maintain the distance. The distance that keeps me in depress mood rather than expecting for your attention.
I'm afraid of how you would react, I'm afraid of me not accepting the other you.