I’m a thinker, I’m a dreamer, and I’ll make sure it will happened too.

Except for things that didn’t belong to me.

Except for someone who doesn’t love me the way I love him.

It’s hard, but I got to let go.

It was a succeed.

Until this morning

I woke up with a feeling. A feeling that makes me want him back. Like there’s a part of me that needs him. That I am trying to be strong but there’s a weakness deep inside.

I dreamed he was there. Held my hands. Comfort me. Giving me a strength, that I will be okay.

But I woke up this morning with emptiness and the absence of him.