Everything that fall, gets broken. Imagine me falling in love with you, then think of me getting broke. You never reciprocated or showed motives that you feel the same way. It’s been a year or two, but I’m still into you. Prayers don’t work, and maybe cupid has no more arrows left. I am in love with you, still. And I’m starting to hate myself because of it. If you cannot love me, can you at least help me unlove you?