For the past few
days, I’ve been contemplating on whether to officially end things with you or
still let myself drown with this feeling for a few more months.
It’s funny that
what we have is not even official but we have to end this “officially” so we
can both move on.
I’m seriously
trying to imagine myself waking up in the morning without and not even
expecting any message from you.
I’m wondering if I can
live a day without thinking of how you stare at me while we eat, the warmth of
your hand when you hold me, your smile, your hug…oh well, everything about you
for that matter.
But just imagining
those things makes me cringe in pain. (Wait, what??! I can’t believe I’m
writing about you…again. Oh well.)
Artemis, I dare you
to move.
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