I woke up 5 AM in the morning checking my phone. I opened my messenger and I saw his profile in my chats.
Then, it hit me. We broke up last night.
I stared blankly at the ceiling wishing this is all a bad dream, a nightmare I could escape by waking up. But no, this is reality. The reality of life that all things end, that all things are temporary.
Tears are starting to fall in my eyes. The heaviness in my heart is too much that I can't breath properly.
I lost him.
I lost the man I was ready to risk it all.
Where did all went wrong? Was I not enough? Was I too much for him? Am I too boring for him? Was my love not enough to make him stay?
... or his love wasn't the same amount as mine that he did not thought of fixing things?
I don't have the energy to do things, so I stayed there and allowed myself to cry until I couldn't contain the emptiness anymore.
To escape the pain, I went back to sleep, hoping the it will temporarily disappear.
