Everytime I dream about you my heart and head hurts. Splitting. As if I should also split up my heart and head so I could live both my past and present. It's like having one foot still in the backdoor, and the other in the front door. I miss you with all my heart... When I don't think about it, it's okay. When I do, it's not okay. Not okay at all. And I'll feel like it was just yesterday I made that decision to destroy the love we had... And I'll feel like I made the worst decision in my life... And I'll feel like I could somehow turn back time and undo all that. But it was always about how I felt, about what I wanted, about what I could do, could not do. Love should be kind and gentle, but did I made it cruel and selfish for you?
Soon I will make a commitment that we had promised to make to each other - just with another. And as long as you never appear in my life again, as long as you never see me again, I will never have to look back at you again.