Move on.

Eventually, people move on without you, it hurts but we all end up, one way or another, okay. 

Love.

When someone loves you, you will know it. 
If someone cares about you, they will find a way to be with you. 
If they do not, they’ll make excuses. 
Sometimes they won’t even be sure whether or not they love you, so you’ll see them going back and forth trying to figure it out. 
Love is not something that requires brain work. 
It is not a riddle to be solved or a mystery to be uncovered. 
It just simply is, and we just have to let it be, or not be, naturally.

I just took so long to realise, I'm the only one holding on. 

Eventually.

Just when you realise, everything you did, it's one sided. 
Everytime when you tried to move on, the best you ever reach was to try your best not to think anymore, to distract yourself. 
But how far can you get? 
Because eventually, at one point of time, things came back
And before you know it, you're back to square one. 

People always pretended, they avoid. 
How strange that you could love someone so much that it made you hate them or yourself, for allowing yourself go care so much in the first place. 
It's hurts knowing. 
Knowing that you still care so much, so much. 

Overtime, you just need somebody, anybody to tell you, you're better than that! 

One sided.

Even if we chose to forgive and move on. 
But how many ways were there to make amends? 
How many times did you apologise before the words just don't mean anything anymore?

Even after things are back to normal, there will always be flaws. 
Things that we used to feel, might not even be there anymore. 
Why the risk then? 
Regrets? 
  
Words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late. 

47th.

Like a fool. 

And I guess, it's time to finally stop.