I thought I was capable of falling in love again.
Because that's what homo sapiens do.
They fell in love.
They fell out of love.
The cycle starts again.
Like a clockwork.

For a brief of time,
I was out of love.
And he came back.

And for a moment,
I thought,
"I might fall in love with him again,"
And I wanted to.

But then again,
I realized,
No.

It's not love.
I wasn't falling in love,
I was lonely.
I was sad.
I was desperate.

Because when I think deeper,
It came to me.
My heart is not cold, it's broken.
I don't think I can fix it anymore.
It's beyond repair.