Wood.

I put in  100% effort. To save our relationship. You never did. You acted like you care, sometimes. Then sometimes back to being mean. You're always mean. Sometimes I don't even know what am I.

I'm back with you, but I'm not exactly back with you.
You accepted me, but not exactly accepted me.
Three fucking months, I still love you, I still want you. You tried to make me leave.

You always almost succeeded.
But then I think of how we used to be, and I kept trying. I thought of how your love tasted like, I thought, you're worth another try. And another. And another.

Do you still love me ?
From your kisses, I thought you do.
But from your actions, I don't think you still do.
One last try.

Yet, it's so hard.

Yh, remember.
Remember how his love tasted.
It's worth the terrible.
It's worth loving all along.
It's worth.

You already died anyway.
Even if he never loves you back,

You died, right after his love left.

Huntsman kissed her and she revived.
Maybe if one day
You love me back
Maybe you could bring me  back to life.

I know we're not official.
I know you might kill whatever that's left in this relationship, after any freaking mistake I made.
I know, not to expect.

Still.

I still cried my eyes off when I thought I did something wrong.
I thought you wanted me to leave forever this time.
I thought you're taking back the last chance you're giving.

I'm just scared.
Every minute, every sec.
I don't wanna lose you, even when I already did.