Why? No matter what I do, I always think about that night. Why? Why now? Please, I can’t take this anymore. I wish I could just send this all to you . The hurt, the memories, the ache – take it all, please. Because it’s my fault for opening my heart to you . No matter how hard I try to forget, you seem to always wind up in my head. And my heart doesn’t know what to feel … what to do with the though of you. I sometimes find myself dreaming about you. Dreaming about me and you back home. Wondering how I should have stayed. Dreaming that I’d be with you now. And it scares me, because my heart already belongs to someone else. It hurts. SO MUCH. Because it’s not supposed to be this way. And I’m sorry that I couldn’t wait. That I was too heartbroken and selfish to see that you had nothing to do with us not being together. NO. Because I should have told you everything. I let my doubts and fears get ahead of me. I’m sorry for leaving you behind. But now, I know that I’ve to put you – us – where we belong: the past. So, I’ll put the memories of you in a box and hide you beneath the recesses of my mind. Lock the box and destroy the key. For good.
I once thought that “it is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.” But now I’ve come to the realization that, “if you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.”