I Give Up

I'm giving up. Not because I fell out of love. But because I guess, I needed to find myself back. I'm so lost since I've found you. And I just realized, I should've not tried to heal your broken parts. You forcing me to go away was enough reason to stop. But I didn't. That's why I am here, healing my broken heart instead. Another thing, I should've think of you a little less. I spent much time imagining of you and me that I had almost lost my own self in fantasies. And I should've love myself more. I gave you more than my all and now, I have nothing. Nothing to hold on and nothing to let go. Literally I became a beggar of love – after being a donor of it just a while ago. But then again, I have nothing to regret. I learned a lot from you, from us – from this. I have learned to set my priorities. I have learned to create my own world rather than making someone as my verve. I have learned to be selfish, sometimes. I have learned how to fight and how to surrender. I have learned how to love and how to be loved. Though I have loved you longer than you are to me. And still, I am here. I am still here loving you. Maybe, I just need to take some time. Breathe. And gather my shattered pieces first. And eventually, I could forget you – and let this heart go. But if after this, I'm still into you, then there's a statement left. For now, I love you. And goodbye.