I Fell in My Own Trap

          I'm starting to believe again to the fantasy he created for me. And I wonder until when will I be like this? I mean, until when will I keep on believing to those lousy lies? Options are always available. And that is either to escape it or to play it. What if the options won't work for me? I guess I have to go back from being a  lonely grieving heartbroken fragile lady until I reach the so called "end". Is there really and end? Or is it just me hoping that there is an end. Am I that strong? I guess I'm not. I'm too weak. Too fragile for this. And when I' m almost there at the so called end I may collapse and lose the game. And do the same thing all over again. And let this never ending pain eat me. Is this why fantasy was created? To let us feel how painful those sweet things are in the world of reality.