Is it in my mind? Or maybe it's in my heart? I sometimes feel that it was because I'd loved before that my expectations for love are higher. That love is long lost, I'm the one who did it for my self respect. I can forgive. But I'm not able to forget.

He was my everything and everything you would expect from a prince was in him. But everyone has a flaw, no one is perfect. He was a man, but his heart was like a confused kid, not knowing what to do. He made plans and then changed them. And I wasn't there to give him the support he needed.

He was physical and I wasn't there, I was far. But I did all a person could do from afar. It was never enough for him.