The end of this story.
I’m scared to go to sleep. It used to be the greatest thing I’ve known to do, but now it just means that time had passed by. Slowly, but surely. It’s funny how I’ve waited for time to just go on by, but now I realize that it means my everything will start to mean nothing. A huge part of me will fade away. Day by day, night by night. It will be all gone. The thing that I cherish the most will be nothing but an old memory. I let my guard down by willingly giving my everything I can give. Not thinking of the consequences, nor the unwanted feelings, and pain of that I gained from this deceitful thing called love. I can feel that the end is truly here. But I’m not going to regret this. The Universe gave it as a blessing and a lesson. We could’ve been this or that, blah blah blah. It is what it is, right? There’s no one to blame, but only to accept. Not every love story has a happy ending. Bitter and sweet, what more can I say?
To whom it may concern.
Sincerely,
HCM.
