Broken
Why is it if you come from a broken home, u’ll always be stuck. unable to move forward, not even escape from its deepest pit let alone out of its aura. i have yet to gain the courage to be by myself, but when i wake up every morning i dun see the familiar face that i’ve yearn to touch and miss everyday. She’ll be gone someday and i’ll have to learn to live with it. I keep telling myself that and i know its not gonna be easy. After going thru so much with her these past years, i’m still not going to get my happyness. Its the only way for her to grow and live her life as an adult. Sacrifices must be made, if i’ve done it before, why is this going to be any different. I’ve sacrificed happyness to make someone else happy and this time will not be any different. for her sake, i hope we’re making the right choice. i didn’t expect our beginning would end like this, not after all we’ve been thru. dear god, i love her, and what choice do i have but to let go. i know its not the end, but knowing how i can be, i only can hope i’ve learnt enough to take initiative not to hurt others like i’ve done countless times. why is it that people have to leave when everything is falling into place. i’m sad, most of all, i’m broken into pieces that can’t be put together. Putting on these fake smiles just to assure that she’s doing the right thing for herself. i’m selfish for wanting to keep her longer with me. I have to let go, she’ll come back. although i know it will not be the same, i know its the right thing to do. i have to let her go, but she’ll always be in my heart.
