White Flag

It took me a whole lot of courage to finally be in talking terms with you. I guess it’s just all in my head; the feelings, the struggles, but it doesn’t mean it’s less real. If you could have a glimpse into my head, I assure you what you will find is not pretty.

Sometimes I feel like you are the best and there’s no one else that could replace you in my heart, never ever. I know shouldn't be saying this, but I miss you so much. I miss the days where you hold my hand, when you smile every time you look at me, and when you kiss on my forehead.

Perhaps what they say is right, it’s not the people that we miss the most, it’s the memories. I see you everyday, but is it the same old you? Everything feels so distant right now. Of course it is supposed to feel this way, I know, it’s a learning process. But it’s a hell of a steep hill to crawl through. How are you doing over there, are those sorrow I see behind you eyes, or it’s merely my eyes playing tricks on me?

I really hope to be free, free from this torment, from all these memories. Or maybe I should sink with this ship and never surrender.