I can't breathe.
It's August 31st, and it's been 51 hours since he last messaged me. I was the one who did not respond right away but all the same.
I am giving him until today to message me. If he won't, I'm considering us over. It hurts a lot. I love him, you know? I really do. But with all this? Respect is no longer being served on the table and I have to leave.
There's a lump in my throat that I can't let go. It's hard to hold back tears that I so desperately want to flow down my cheeks. I told myself that this year will just be focused on me, but he came anyway. I am not regretting this because at last, I felt what it was like to be loved and to be in love. It was a magical thing. And to be honest? I would gladly go over it again even if it will end with me crying in a corner for something I had.
To you. So this is it, then. Thank you for the six months of all sort of rollercoaster ride we had. I don't regret loving you. I chose you. Thank you for choosing me, too. But now, you're losing me.














