You know, I am starting to let go of you.
I still like you
I still admire you
I still appreciate you.
However, I stopped expecting.
I stopped imagining a perfected version of you.
I accepted the fact that it will be just like this.
I accepted that there is a possibility that the both of us will drift away.
Despite that, I still continue to fall.
tell me,
why do I still choose you?
-Hopeless Romantic Weary Writer of Hearts to the clueless boy
YOU ARE READING
it's one-sided, so I'll hide it.
PoesíaThings I'll never tell you, but share to the world in anonymity.
