What if there’s no such thing as true love but we’re just too afraid to admit it?
So we keep on dressing up, we keep on pretending to be something that we’re not.
We keep on turning our lives upside down, losing ourselves in something that we hope is better than what we think we are.
What if that something we’re looking for, just doesn’t exist?

What would happen if we continue walking when we already know there's only a dead end at the end of the road?
Why do we put ourselves through all the unnecessary pain?
Is this all worth it?
I just want to know the answer.