I want to let go.

I want to forget.

I want to take it all back.

I want my freedom.

But not the way you describe it.

I may be free.

But not from you.

The ghost of memories past haunts me.

Why?

We we friends.

Best Friends.

I lost it all.

And you move on.

While I have no where to move.

We are opposites.

Whoever said opposites attract, lied.

Dear You,

Thanks a lot. The memories we shared are hardly worth the pain. But I want it to be worth it. It is pain you don't feel. So since you don't feel the pain, you never felt the joy. If anyone should believe that, it should be you. So once again, I thank you. I thank you for the pain. I must.

Because it means I felt the joy.