When I opened my eyes what met me was the same scenario as before. Same people, same place, same date and same exact time. In my mind, I was thinking... 'Aah, it's here again. Can't this be stopped?' I looked at the man in front of me...the man that I love. I love this man. I love him so much, I can't help but love him. To the point that it's hopeless, and I'm the one who's hurting and losing. It was that kind of deep love. But I wonder when, such an emotion, can I forget about it?