The minute you walked through that door, I was afraid I would soon be alone.

I knew it, from the very first moment, the minute you walked through that door, I was afraid I would soon be alone. And I was right, the second you get caught up in the fancy book of love, you can't come out, even if the feeling changes or you change, or the person you love changes. There is no possible escape, even if that person goes away you just mourn the grief away or look for someone else to love. The worst part, is when you rely completely on that, when slowly, story by story you loose the ones you really loved, the ones who were always there for you, and suddenly they are not there anymore. Ideally, you would believe someone would soon open that door again, but the problem comes when you are brought down to earth and you see that you are alone, and everything you had, you traded it for love, a love that is now gone.