love is always a question mark to me

love is always a question mark to me, is it just like a wave without a shore? Or it is just a hidden curly cloud of thunder. The day was ending, the rain had concluded, and the clouds were disappearing. I walk alone on this gloomy and terrifying lane I cringe to sensation, is there even an end? Or what I left there? I Found nothing there except my sadness. Sometimes I felt I was the victim of being generous to you. I was the most foolish girl who has trusted the wrong person in her life. Sometimes I think, Why do some people…