The words exchanged between us no longer warm me; just like your presence no longer fills me, except places this silence in my chest.
I no longer crave the soft murmur of your lips against mine.
It's strange.
Thinking back on our faded memories of our daylight escapes and late night adventures from this past summer; to fall concerts and sleepovers filled with more; I don't miss you.
Is it bad to say that I don't care anymore?
I don't question your emotions no more because I know we're not meant to be and it'll never happen.
Yet, after our few great moments, I become blinded from the high and believe maybe there really is a chance.
Now that I've decided to let this relationship go, this small ache arises when I visit the places we once explored together, because there are those warm memories with your chilling silhouette.
It's a new day, another morning and you're not beside me; it's strange.
There's that word again.
Our heartbeats became so in tune with one anothers, and I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of caring, I'm over being a choice.
I've finally accepted that I deserve better than what you've been giving me. So, I feel no shame as I pick up my belongings and leave.
No, it's not like when I left his place at 3am heartbroken, I'm more empowered, and filled with this strength I didn't know I possessed.
There's no song to place this emotion, to express how he's exhausted my hope. So, I just let the remains of whatever is left between us slip away, like the ocean's crashing waves.
