Fooled.

The utter foolishness and the insurmountable hurt one feels when you finally realise you've been deceived (willingly, or in harsher words - stupidly) by someone you loved and trusted, thought to be the one person you'd never expect to do such a deed, especially to you.

I know there's always the 'maybe's, 'but's and 'what if's and the many other considerations such as the person's explanation to take into account. But then again, come the other 'but's and 'what if's. Will softening and taking another chance (after chance, after chance..) ensure that it will not happen again? No one can really be sure about that. There's no guarantee. Then, you lose, again.

Love is blind. But sometimes, love just isn't enough.

What if ..you've stopped looking for reasons to continue holding on anymore?