this time i'll get better

chapter 5: is this it?

Is this it?

The end of it all?

The end of the sleepless nights?

The end of the endless tiring cries?

The end of reminiscing about you and what could've beens?

The end of remembering everything there is about you?

The end of haunted by your scent, your laughs, your touch?

Is this it?

No more triggering events of our pasts?

No more crying over the things that we had left behind?

No more of looking back at our pictures that we once reigned over?

No more ranting to my friends for how I wished things would have turned out differently?

No more written pages for how perfect you are?

Because if this were it,

I hope that it would be forever.

I hope that your ghost would come once in a while just to tell me that it's okay to let go.

That it's okay to be happy for me, for once and for all.

That it's okay to discover happiness in the strangest of places,

That it's okay to find comfort in a new home after mine was burnt to ashes,

And if your ghost had to greet me again,

It would be for a good laugh,

It would be a proof that we were once lovers and time had stood as our witness,

It would be for the better.

So this is it.

The end to a new, better beginning.