(7:45 am)
Love is such a delicate thing.
When two that don't fit intertwine,
It's painful.
And no matter how much I wanted to let go,
No matter how much I knew it was better for me,
He had already melted into my heart as part of me.
Sure, if I let him go,
It'll be better.
But minuscule pieces of his heart are embedded into me.
I want the old memories back.
I want the good times back.
I want to make new memories just as careless and free.
But I have changed.
He has changed.
We don't line up anymore.
There is no We.
It's about time I let go, yeah?