hollow

I feel it again. That irresistible sensation sneaking up on me as if it never left. How silly I am to think that it ever left. That hollowness comes in, wanting to find something to fill it up again. Thing is, I refuse to allow it. I’ve been hurt too many times, been rejected too many times, to forgive and forget. If I am going to come back, I’m not putting any effort in. I put in my fair share and if it’s meant to be then I will see something come of it.