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When you love someone, your logic is died somehow.
You want to do everything for someone you love.
Making them happy.
Taking care of them.
Making sure they're alright.
And understanding them.

I always try to understand what he wants; even he didn't want to tell me.
I always try to understand what he needs; even he kept in silence.
I always try to understand;
Even he keeps blaming me.

It sucks when everything seems perfect in the start. Then it turned to be like this.
What were alright in the first place, become something bother.
It sucks when you always try to understand, hold your anger, hold your own feeling and emotion; and all you got just acrimony and hatred.

All you do seem always wrong in their eyes.
All you do will get their hatred.
All you do will never be enough for them.

I just don't know..
Is this self still my-own-self or not; of becoming like this?
Is this still me?

But all I know...
Only Allah who owns me.
Not you.
Not them.
Not his.
Not her.
NOT EVEN ME.