Venturing into the first few days of holidays, memories are starting to replace old ones. 
“I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then, moving on and being alright…that’s fearless too.” -Taylor Swift
Know what? I’m going to do just that. I’m just getting over you.

One day, I’ll say I’m over you and I mean it.

 

Even if its the holidays, I wanted so bad to text you but I know you wouldn’t like it and my dignity’s more precious, I’m sorry. I keep telling myself if you wanna talk, you’ll text. But if not, I feel it’s pointless investing in something that’s dead, or that leads to a dead end, or was never really alive to begin with…

 I gave up not because I stopped liking you, but because I HAVE to love myself too, I love myself ENOUGH to stop. Because I can’t bear to overwhelm myself anymore.

Just…thanks for telling me what I needed to hear and not what I wanted to hear. I rather hear what I need to hear, than what I want to hear. Even though it hurts sometimes, I will face it, life’s not a bed of roses anyway.
It’s over. It’s the last time. Today will be the last day I’m sad and bothered over you. No turning back.

I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I don’t hate you, I love everyone. But its time I don’t feel anything anymore and I’ll do myself a big favour.
I’ll forget 3rd December.