You Can't Hurt Me, No More
Here's a thing: I am way too tired.
It's the fact that nothing excites me anymore, everything about you left me feeling so empty and numb. I reached out to the feeling I've always came back to, the hope and dreams about us that I carved as a reassurance whenever I feel like giving up; but where are they?
I went through our old photos, trying to resurrect the glimpse of happiness seeing your smile and remembering our laughs. I failed, even on remembering how much you left me feeling breathless and how tears taking away my words when we hurt each other back then. Things you do become things you did, and I kept everything in place for the sake of habit. I got used to your presence and companion, having you as a big part of my life mattered a lot.
But since we part ways, what is the purpose? What is the purpose of longing for someone that doesn't want you to stay? Why do I have to keep going back to memory just to see the love I deserve? No matter how much as I wanted to remember you just how I'd like to, things just could't get back to their place. As we grow apart, the more I realize that we are just not meant to be. You were all high school love story, the one I once loved and hoped to spend the rest of my life with. The surreal one. The tale I may tell to my grandchildren about the one that could have stayed but it's the universe that destine to be the one that got away.
It was all good, but I'm giving up.
30/08/18
It's the fact that nothing excites me anymore, everything about you left me feeling so empty and numb. I reached out to the feeling I've always came back to, the hope and dreams about us that I carved as a reassurance whenever I feel like giving up; but where are they?
I went through our old photos, trying to resurrect the glimpse of happiness seeing your smile and remembering our laughs. I failed, even on remembering how much you left me feeling breathless and how tears taking away my words when we hurt each other back then. Things you do become things you did, and I kept everything in place for the sake of habit. I got used to your presence and companion, having you as a big part of my life mattered a lot.
But since we part ways, what is the purpose? What is the purpose of longing for someone that doesn't want you to stay? Why do I have to keep going back to memory just to see the love I deserve? No matter how much as I wanted to remember you just how I'd like to, things just could't get back to their place. As we grow apart, the more I realize that we are just not meant to be. You were all high school love story, the one I once loved and hoped to spend the rest of my life with. The surreal one. The tale I may tell to my grandchildren about the one that could have stayed but it's the universe that destine to be the one that got away.
It was all good, but I'm giving up.
30/08/18
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