Believing
Saying I’ve been to hell and back is downright cliché.
But it’s a fact.
I’m one of the most jaded person that you can ever find.
I wasn’t raised to believe in Santa Claus and fairy tales.
I don’t believe that a knight in shining armor will sweep me off my feet and we will ride a horse as the sun sets in the foreground.
I’ve been broken not once, not twice, not thrice, but countless times.
A lover once told me that the person you love the most will be the one who will hurt you the most. And he was right.
I stopped believing a long time ago.
I stopped believing so the hurting can stop.
But I see goodness in his eyes that can’t and won’t lie.
He is as transparent as water in a crystal spring.
I feel his earnestness.
Despite his fears, I felt how much he loved me.
And how much he loves me still.
I’m just not sure if how much he loves me is worth a hundred times over to make me believe again.
I guess, what I'm saying is...
Make me believe again.