Shooting stars

Why hope for a shooting star, when I've always believed my life is in my own hands. Why do I pray? Why do I hope? I've always learnt to trust in nothing but myself, but I guess I never learn. Believing in what people say, believing that people will change for the better. I should have known, I have been hurt before, but I never learnt. I continued to trust you, and this is what I got. I've fallen in love, fallen out of love, and fell in love again, with the same girl. Waste of time? I would rather not believe so. I do not owe you anything, or so i think. I only believe in what I saw. I saw a good friend in you, I saw someone who I can trust in you. But now, all I see is someone that well, I don't even think I know you anymore. Who are you, seriously. Who? I ask myself that everytime I see you. You feel so distant now. Who is she? I never knew things would change this fast.

Why the sudden feelings that came flooding up to me just before CNY? its 12 am here, so its technically CNY eve already. But yeah. I guess these feelings came cuz of what happened last night? Staying up all night, hoping for miracles to happen. Came in the form of a number 9 replacing my once beloved Liverpool's number 9. No more Torres bounce. No more wearing of my red jersey cuz his name is on the back. Its like getting ditched, seriously. Its about how much he said he loved the club, how much he loved the fans, that made us love him this much. Only for him to come out and say he would like to score against Liverpool in his debut? Where is the love? Wth, who is this guy?

In a way, it feels the same. Be it ______ or Torres, whenever I see them, I ask myself "who is this person?" People who were once so important, because of the things they do, they become insignificant in your life. I don't know why. I have no idea why this is happening. The fact that I trust people too easily? Yeah, I guess that's the reason. I'm still naive. Like shit. I just can't stop myself from loving someone once I've fallen in love. Loving Liverpool, loving the club, loving the players. Loving you.

Who would tell me why this is happening? Only you. But how do I even find out when you don't even talk to me anymore. Who are you?