Scars of Time

It's been a week.

I don't understand why my emotions keep wavering. One moment, I'm completely assured that this is what I want - that both of us are headed towards right directions (away from one another, might I add), and the next moment I'm on the verge of tears because I fear that I've lost what may perhaps be the most beautiful thing in my life.

This is really...tough. I don't know where I'm going to get the strength to fight my sadness, when he had been the constant shoulder I cried on. He had been the sole listener to all my plights, and now he's gone. To whom am I going to vent all of these emotions? Surely, if I keep these to myself, I'd burst like a bubble.

I just wish I knew if we made the right decision or not. I just wish I could peer into my future to see what lies ahead, just so I know what to do.

I am still in love with you. It's hard to force myself to feel otherwise. But because we say it's not working, I have no choice but to feed myself half-hearted rationalizations.

But time will pass, and wounds will give way to scars.

My, what a beautiful scar this one will be.