i’ll never get over you…

” I had no intention of reading your profile once again. The last time I did, it hurt so much it drove me to theorize on the art of letting go. I was confident while typing away my sentiments into an essay that ultimately revealed my eagerness to forget you. I had no other choice. Getting over you became an obsession. But I realized now, five minutes after I unwittingly opened your profile that getting over someone could never be a matter of choice. How I have managed to author that letting go theory is beyond me. We can’t choose to forget someone. Time does that for us.

Obviously, time hasn’t decided for me yet. Hurt, every time I hear something about you and her, isn’t exactly new anymore. I have tried countless times to cover it up in letting go theories, or I-don’t-love-you-anymore songs and yet, reality still bites. The toughest thing about it is that the sting lingers long after the wound has supposedly healed.

I thought six years were enough. Six years of no significant communication. Why is it that every time I hear something from you –anything, I get this insane feeling of sadness as if everything else in the universe is useless because I don’t have you? Why is it that my heart could not break away from you when everything else has? Why is it that I feel as if time has no intention of giving me my due? I want to forget you. I NEED to forget you. And I cannot wait forever for that.

I will not make this into another letter about finally letting go. This will not be about me getting over you and putting to rest all feelings I have harbored for the longest time. This will not be about sweet lies, but of bitter truths. I was never over you yet. Plain and simple. The hurt I felt moments ago was nothing new because it never really left me. It’s still there painful as ever.

It’s official then. I will never get over you. Ever. “

Honestly, it requires a lot of courage to do this. Credits to her.