Never Stop
There are times in our lives that we dwell on the past. Our past dreams, our past hopes, even our past sorrows. It happens to the best of us in our moment of weakness; I like to call that caring. Caring about my life and how my actions affect others is my weakness. I care too much. It’s always been my thing. I understand that. But what I cannot fathom is how if I care so much, why isn’t reciprocated as much as I want it to be? Maybe I’ll never understand this but I know that I can’t stop caring. I will never stop caring.
