Tick tock,

So, 

I’ve realized that time is the serious issue here. 

I feel like I’ve missed so many 

Opportunities in life because time was never on my side. 

Time has continuously let me down. 

Maybe one day I’ll be able to seize the moments I’ve been having. 

But, until then I’ll continue to feel like I’ve 

Seen and felt moments that should’ve, could’ve, 

Would’ve.. but aren’t because of time. 

He keeps asking me to tell him the story. 

As if he didn’t know. 

As if he didn’t know what hurts me. 

As if.. I’m over it. 

The damage is done, but I’ll never forget. 

He wants me to tell him the story as if I want to re-live them. 

As if I like that feeling. 

The feeling of living him and not being 

Loved in return. 

The saddest love story. 

He wants me to tell him that story. 

The story of my heart aches and my first actual 

love interest. 

He’s so full of himself. 

He loves this story. 

Because the reality is he knows he was the first. 

He knows I write about him. 

He knows I still loved him. 

He knows I doodle about him. 

He knows he’s my writers block. 

He knows our timing is and will always be WRONG. 

He knows I will always respond. 

He knows I love him. 

Sometimes you need to let it go. 

I’ve never let it go. 

I don’t know how to breathe without you. 

“You were like fresh air, and I was drowning.”

ca, 

You know this hurts me. 

Let me let you go.