Monday, March 24, 2014

[12/365] Like moths to a flame

She did not know what drove her to him again and again. Like moths to a flame, she was drawn to him, her ultimate nemesis. No matter how many time he let her down and crushed her, she could not stop herself. She kept going back, to suffer a greater damage every single time. She wondered if she will ever get the strength to stay away. But then, she again wondered about the real question - Will she ever want to ?