Chocolates

Everytime I see this amount of Chocolate kept in my wardrobe, I know it's time again, it's my home passage again, another 3 months passed. The fight between my mind and my heart starts again; to see her or not to see her. You know, these are times when I can't decide whether to see her or not, I want to see her because I miss her, I don't want to see her because everytime I do, the fact that she don't sees me the way I see her hurts me even more.















So, this time, shall I?