Love.

I've always been incredibly optimistic when it came to love, I've been burned in the past and in spite of that I opened my heart up completely - maybe I was foolish.

I gave selflessly - but she made me happy. Happier than anyone had ever made me - but still, maybe I was foolish.

Maybe love is stupid, maybe I'm the fool for thinking love was something that would ultimately fulfill me. I felt whole for a few years, but maybe I was deceived. Maybe I was foolish.

I'm a fool.