Today, I decided to walk. The dilemma was whether I was walking to clear my head or simply to lose some weight. But as I put things into perspective, I realised that perhaps it was all in my head. I had built empty castles, dreamt of possibilities, and convinced myself of things I desperately wanted to believe. Yet my heart aches when the thought of you arises, or when I hear your voice. Was it all a lie? I saw the signs, yet I really wanted to believe that you had chosen me.