The Last Post About You

No one wants to be weak. Or pathetic.

Words are for women.

And this is for me.

I know that no matter how much I ask, you will never do anything that you don't want to. And I am tired of trying.

Someone told me that although I seem to know you very well, I am doing everything that I know you don't like. Maybe so. But I am not sure what to do anymore, because I am not used to who you are right now. Although you say nothing has changed, but you know fully well that everything is not the same anymore.

And much as I hate it, much as I want to change things back, I am not God, I can't create anything out of nothing.

But I think it's time to just start thinking about myself instead.

The past nine months seems long, yet short at the same time. But I've been really happy for a part of it. And it will eventually become enough.

I never ever thought that we will come to this point, but it has. There is nothing else for me to do but accept.

And that's that.

"Had I loved? Or had it been a dream? Was it real? Or just a figment of my imagination?" - Hensen Moer