Mister [UNEDITED]

It's 5:29 AM and I can't sleep. My eyes are tired and sore but they can't seem to shut. My body is exhausted, my feelings are numb; and my mind? God knows, how clouded my mind is right now. Thoughts of everything that happened before both of us tucked bourselves in bed—about 1 and a half meters away from each other—haunt me.

The scene where our friends asked about the status of our feelings in a very indirect but obvious way is replaying like an old cassette tape on my head..the scene where you indirectly slapped me with the fact that the idea of "us two" will never exist...the scene where I lied in front of everyone when I said I've been over you for so long when in fact I was still holding on so bad...the scene where I came to realize that, maybe, just maybe it's time to let go.

It's time for me to heal my wounds, my heart, my everything! It's time to let go of your hand, let go of everything about you that enthralls my soul, everything about you that made me fall, stay and endure in the first place. It's time, because I have nothing to give anymore.

I've given you everthing I could ever give even though you shattered me to begin with. I've given you every piece of me that I forgot to leave some for myself. Well sir, I'm taking them back; you do not deserve to keep them.