I think we need to stop. Not because I wanted to, but we have to.
I promised myself not to settle for anything less than what I deserve;
to not settle for temporary happiness;
to pray to be the right person to someone;
to love myself more…
…and then you came.
We knew it from the very start that this isn’t going anywhere.
We’ve been honest from the beginning with what we want, with what we’ll do and where we really are.
…and then it went along.
It felt relaxing. It felt new.
It felt something that is so hard to get rid off.
You’ve been part of my everyday.
You became a routine that is hard to break.
The one I’ve been looking forward to at the end of the day.
The last person I’ll speak to before my body shuts down.
The breath I feel when I wake up in the middle of the night.
The body besides me when the alarm goes on in the morning.
The presence I’ve been longing for the whole day.
Gaaaaaaaaaad, I never wanted this but it happened.
I felt it. And it sucks. It really sucks.
I think we need to stop. Not because I wanted to, but we have to.
They said religion should bind people, but how come it’s the reason why we can never have a future together?
Sooner or later, you’ll be engaged and get married to the person your family chose for you and you’ll have no choice but to abide.
No matter how much sadness I see in your eyes, I still pray for your happiness to happen not later but soon.
I think we need to stop. Not because I wanted to, but I have to.
I have to stop this emotionally-damaging insanity.
I have to cut this thin line of chance that there might be something for us waiting at the end of the pipeline.
I have to give up the remaining percentage of hope that there will be “US” officially in the future.
I have to move on from this non-relationship relationship that kills me almost everyday.
I have to break the ties that keeps me in getting back to you.
I have to save myself before I am completely drown in this indefinite disposition.
I think we need to stop. Not because I wanted to, but you have to.
I consider myself as an alpha female that becomes coward because of you.
I do things that I wanted to do and letting you go is not a part of it [as of now].
So please, you have to stop so I won’t have any reason to hold on.
Coz no matter how much I convince myself to standstill and be strong, I always find myself going back to you again and again and again.
I think we need to stop. Not because I wanted to, but we have to.
Because I freaking miss you.
Because I effing long for you.
Because I persistently crave for you.
But I think we need to stop. Not because I wanted to, but we have to.
