"Mess of a dreamer...

...with the nerve to adore you."

Today I realized something...

Sometimes there are some harsh words, undeniable truths that have to be said. However, I've never been able to do it. Because I'm weak. I'm too scared to lose. So I always try to say things as sweetly as I can. But some words demand to be rough.

So, why don't I have the same attitude with you? Why don't I have a problem saying anything to you, harsh or not? 

I finally realized that's because I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid to lose you. I already did and I didn't even notice. I guess I'm tired of fighting for something that always seems to be running to the other direction and juggling me around. 

So, all in all, I guess I didn't loose you. You lost me. 

That's how I finally realized that after all these years we are finally done. No more suffering, no more hurting. 

It's over. 

We're over.