Looking back at all the instaxs we took together.
Tempted to throw them away, but I can't bare to.
They're the only things that can remind me of you and the past.
'cos now, the situation is so different.
I try so hard to pretend that I've gotten over this when I actually really don't know
where I'm really standing right now. I just can't seem to move on.
When I stop thinking about you for awhile, something just suddenly reminds me of you.
It's a never-ending-possibly-brutal-bitter-sweet cycle.
If our roles were reversed? I would have stayed. i would never let go.
i would fight and fight and fight. that's how much i care.
But, that's not the situation.
What to do now? chin up, pretend i'm fine, pretend none of this happened, move on.
