Blackseraphine

 This is the last time we cry about it, okay?

I remembered what was said about the coffee, "we have it every morning" and I wondered if that was an error or the exact thing that was said. And if it was....

"We". Did it mean together? A routine done together?

Does it matter to even think about it? I'm tired of crying everyday. 

I waited for two months. I pleaded and held my breath while all it took for someone else is a look and a word. It's hard to think about what that meant, of where I stood, of what I meant to him.

I've contemplated telling myself to hold back, to stop giving my all but then I remembered what day tomorrow is, what it meant, and all that was done and said. If I hold back, am I saying that all of that is for nothing?

Love is what we choose to give other people, not a reflection of what we get. It's a conclusion I came to while contemplating about other people's circumstances. What we give other people will not reflect what we will get in return. We choose to give, we choose to take away. We receive nothing, we can choose to walk away.

I choose love. 

I can't deny that I'm shaken. The pain is still there. The questions still remain. My sadness runs deep. And I feel pathetic. I can't help but feel cautious: I'm going to get hurt, am I?

But when he came for me, he still managed to make me feel hopeful that everything will be okay...