The feeling seems to grow everytime and yet, the more it does, the more painful it gets. I can’t believe how the irony of love and the vividness of its definition can hit a person like a fast bellowed bullet. Sometimes, I tend to treasure all the fun experiences, but remembering them makes me want to break down and cry. They make me hold on, and that’s what pains me the most. Sticking up is rather a painful choice when you don’t know if that person will stick up with you too. I tend to raucously scream at night because your face appears everytime I go to bed and because of that, it makes my sullen eyes cry once again. I have feelings too, you know? I’m not one of your toys that you will pick-up everytime you want somebody to play with. I get tired too, matter of fact, I am tired now. How come you still treat me like a fool that you can hold my neck and meddle around your fingers like a puppet that follows every command you make? You only see me when you don’t have anybody around, and you know what’s painful with that? It’s because I see you everywhere I look and not just when anybody isn’t around. I want you to liaise with me just for a second everyday and hear my vehement cry for you. Memories bring back all the joy you’ve caused me, and yet, it gives me a painful stab in the heart because they make me realize that they won’t happen again. I’ve always been stringent with your passion, never a second that you slipped my mind. All I want to do is let you go, not because you’re mine, but because you still live inside of me. I want to start a new life without you, but how can that be possible when I still read your chapter in my life? I now believe that, sometimes, goodbye is the most painful way of saying I love you.

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^^ i swear that is random..

we almost made it..