Loved and Lost.

I have loved and lost countless times.

But what about us?

Will this be an exception or just like the many others? Lost and forgotten.

And I ask myself over and over again.

Weighing the decisions and consequences.

Is it worth fighting for or is he another passerby who would leave me broken?

I kept waiting for those wonderful moments to happen again.

To feel and relive it.

Trapped in a promise of a happily ever after fairytale.

But I knew, I knew deep down that holding on to memories isn't a sufficient reason to stay.

I want nothing more than to be happy.

I yearn and thrive for it.

But it never seems to push through.

And I realized, that our togetherness brought more harm to both of us than good.

It was intoxicating like poison.

The more I held on to it, the more I'm killing myself inside.

I wasn't strong enough to stay.

But I was strong enough to walk away.

So I let go.

I let go a great man.

A man I'm perfectly aware of, that is destined to be with someone else.

I let go despite the fact that a piece of me died with it.