Fading

I knew it was pointless to ask, and I knew that you would never come. But, still, I can't help feeling sad and disappointed. Every time I try, I know that chances are I would be disappointed, but a part of me still hopes for a miracle. And every time, in return, it hurts just that much more.

Perhaps I am not worth the time. Perhaps there are better things to do.

Perhaps there is someone else...