It is tiring to always volley back and forth what could be and what already is in front of you. So after a heavy session of brawling my eyes out, I finally came to the decision of just letting him go and keeping the happy memories instead. Am too exhausted from being under all the mirco-analysis all the time, being on edge when all I want to do is kiss you senseless, and smile again like we used to in the beginning.

Yet somehow along the yellow brick road, the journey became less joyous, and from it I ceased to be less amazing and beautiful in your hazel eyes.

All I did was just tried to love you as much as I could during what little time we have left.

But I guess to really love some one…. is to simply let him go.

I want to get it right the next time.