Things had become more or less the same for me nowadays. Everything was generic. I used to believe in love, and all of that fuzzy stuff. The first boy i was with screwed me over, and then the next one and the next one and eventually i found myself slowly losing faith in all things love related. 

I want you, i need you. Your name, your face, your smell, I miss those already. I miss you so much & you haven't been gone 1 week. but this time, I know you're gone..

Does true love excist?