it's not the breakin up that hurts, but the process of truly lettin go..

i could only imagine her pain, the pain that was not too long ago almost as familiar, and too close to heart.
but all that's left of it is its lingerin scent, a scent that seems too far in my past now, till today.

i know what it feels like to wonder to yourself when things wld eva be the same again, to question the day you could think of him and not find tears in your eyes, to seek for the answers that only time could tell..and only to find yourself asking again when would that time be..

it's a viscious cycle that you find yourself entangled in. you could fool yourself into thinkin you're fine for days, for weeks, or even months on ends,only to find yourself back at square one, where it still hurts the same, where the pain feels like it hasn't subsided one bit, the wound that still leaves you so achingly raw,ripped open and vulnerable.

i never had the chance to walk out of it myself, coz you came back for me, and for that i'm thankful. so i can only imagine how she muz still be tryin so hard to free herself from this painful entanglement of dispair,and hope. and how much it still hurts her,as it came back to haunt her again, this fateful night.