I’m waiting for the day to come when I’m finally tired of chasing and believing in false hopes. I’m waiting for it to come, when I’m finally able to find happiness within myself. I’m waiting for the day until I no longer have you or your name in mind. The day when I finally realize these were just all fake attachments and are plain infatuations. I’m waiting for the day when I finally learn that some things I’ve invested on you which are my time and effort, chances and opportunties, the words I’ve written for you and the pages I’ve dedicated to you, the attention you’re getting, the love, care and respect, my appreciation to all of your efforts, the I love you’s and I miss you’s, the apologies and reasons, the disappointments and arguments we usually have, the lies and truth, the kisses, hugs and cuddles, these things were all part of the lesson, that I’m growing and so are you. I’m waiting for the day when I can finally say no to love and yes to my priorities and dreams. I’m waiting for the day when I finally get to think that you’ve given me so much experience and that you were neither a mistake nor a wrong choice. I’m waiting for the day until I won’t regret these things, and that things are meant to happen because I’ve let them be. I’m waiting until our feelings both decide to finally let go without bitterness or anger between each other. I’m waiting for the day when we finally get to have the very last closure we needed in the first place. I’m waiting for it. And sooner or later, it will come someday—and that day might be today.
— 14 February 2017: A Sad Valentine’s Day piece.