Am I being used?
Do I live in denial?
or is it for real?

but then again, sur'real' is also part 'real'.

Long winding road, she's lost her crutches. She falls every second. But she picks herself up, brushes her knees and moves on.

But just because she's moving on, doesn't mean she doesn't need her crutches. She needs them more than she ever has.

"Please don't give up on me. Just give me some time. We can be perfect together and you know it. I just have to realize it and come running to you. But please, don't stand in the way thinking of catching me midway my run and giving me a hug, because there is a high chance I might trample the little you."

I quietly listen and smile...

...and wait.