It's been a week since it happened. I can't say it's easy, because it's really not. It was one of the worst week in my entire life so far. I can't eat, sleep, or work well. Lost my appetite, barely had 10 hours of sleep for the entire week. I wasn't me. I cried a lot. Too much actually, it caused me sleepless nights. All because I was waiting for a text that will never arrive.

I kind of thought I would be better you know? I had my closure, my last hug, my last kiss. I thought it was enough. I even start smiling again. I thought I'm fine, I'm not. I thought I started forgetting, I didn't. When I wake up in the morning, the first person I think about is you. And when I'm alone in my room, I just kept being reminded of how I miss you. How I just want to click that button at the side of my phone screen to call you, and tell you I miss you so badly. But it's not right. It doesn't heal me. It doesn't help me to let go.

I have learnt that if you love someone let him go. I'm trying, I'm moving on. Staying strong. So why do I always think you will come back to me? Why do I keep killing myself inside? I shouldn't go back because it's familiar, I have to let it go because it's the right thing to do.

All those subtle hints you made in the past, telling me you will marry me. I can't shake it off. Those little wristband and key chain, saying we will always love each other.

But the truth is, you will always be the love of my life.

I guess, we are just not meant to be.