The Devastation.

I actually wondered when it's gonna stop. I mean, every time I go home, every time I had fun, it seemed like an addiction of running back towards the thought of you.

Every single time that I think of you, I think of all the memories we had together. I can still hear you laugh, the feel of your touch, the way you smell, and the sight of you whenever I wake up. But now I also think of how we hurt each other, of how we used to feel like a victim. I have thought of how I managed to survive myself so I could fit in your world. On how I tried accepting who I was. On how I tried to be accepted by everyone.

But that was years ago. 6 years ago. I knew myself a li'l. Because all the while, I thought you were just behind me, supporting my baby steps. Funnily, you weren't.

I had opened my heart and my soul. Communication is the key, so I've said. You've never listened. You never cared.

Now here you are, parading like we never existed. Like we never knew each other. That I just have to keep my pride and convince myself that I'm tired of chasing you and making you understand that hey, we have to be okay.

But now I'm not sure. Because I'm only concerned of the time that you might need me, and I'm not there anymore to care.

Yesterday was the day we give each other letters, or texts. Or a li'l something that would make each other smile. But from now on, today is the day when I ended my devastation.

Sorry. I have to get over you.


P.S.

You know I'm happy to be with someone. I could be happy for you too. But you never gave me the chance to feel that for you.

End the lying. It became your last stick of cigarette that never burnt out.