~Everything is over, she should know it. And she should learn not to cry anymore even at night...pain kills her~ Maybe I don’t want to be in love. Maybe I enjoy being alone, no worries and heartaches. I enjoy waking up alone, in my own bed, without glancing on my phone if he’s already woke up and greeted me Good morning. Maybe it’s fine with me, going out with my friends, without having his permit – I could go anywhere I would like to, I could do everything I wished to. Maybe I’m quite contented though without having butterflies in my stomach every time I talk to someone so special, and not worrying if I still give him butterflies or if I still light up the way each time I walk towards him. Maybe I’m glad, that I’m enjoying my world without thinking and worrying if he’s okay, where he is and who’s with him. Maybe I’m comfortable, not feel like crying every time I can’t talk and be with him. Maybe I enjoy watching movies alone, and eating without having someone asking if I’m done. I enjoy wandering alone without someone holding my hands. Maybe I enjoy reading books alone, without him staring at me and mesmerizing everything he sees. Maybe I enjoy going to bed without an inevitable smile on my face each time I have a conversation with him. Maybe I don’t want to be in love because I’m enjoying the moment no one owns me, and no one had a power to break me. I’m enjoying the moment without the worries if tomorrow I wake up – he’s still there and loving me.