I guess it's time to walk away...

There is nothing left to save but the memories. Only the memories. Those beautiful and dazzling days and nights spent in shopping malls, in grocery stores, in movie houses, in airplane seats, in your car, beside the sea, beneath sheets, on random chairs in different restaurants…

Memories. Things from the past. I want to move forward.

I know that we both made a mistake but every time I see you, I can feel the fact that I have sinned more. I can see that you don’t look at me like the way you look at me before. Every time you ask me out to eat, to smoke or to watch a movie, I want to believe that you still love me, that you still want me, that you still like me. But what was left inside you, I know, is nothing but a dying parcel of the love that we used to have. And you don’t want me anymore. You don’t long for me anymore. You’ve grown insensitive and awkward and weird. You’re becoming a total stranger.

Sometimes I ask myself—what am I really waiting for? Do I really have that faith that someday, we’re going to be okay again? We both know that everything is not going to be the same anymore. And for that, I think I am just here to watch how you finish the murder I started. Kill it. Just kill it now. Maybe, death is what it really deserves—not a second life, not a second chance.