Letting Go is Harder Than You Imagined

by PenFairy
You come home exhausted and your body is inches away from falling apart. But yet you successfully made it back home alive.

You get in bed hoping to sleep. Especially when your mind and emotion have also failed you lately.

Miraculously, after days of sleepless nights and 'pillow-wetting' with your tears, finally you doze off to sleep. It doesn't matter if it is broad daylight, what matters is, you get to rest.

And suddenly you think your phone rings and you answer it in your sleep. Your eyes can see it is the call you have been waiting for, but the brain is tired. It drags you back to sleep. And for once, not thinking. How you wish your brain didn't quit on you at that moment. Without even waiting for a reply for your hello, you dozed back into your slumber.

1 hour later. You awake and you realize what had happened. You wonder if there was another call. You take your phone. It is switched off.

Shit. What if there was a call?

You desperately find your charger and charge your phone. It doesn't switch on.

You skip a beat.

And finally, your phone too. Finally, your phone has decided to get the hell away from you too.

You desperately slap the switch on button. And thankfully, it switches on.

But the battery is 60%.

You know it is not long before your phone dies on you.

You go through your instant messages and your inbox. Nothing. You desperately sync your mail again and again. But still nothing.

Maybe because you are into fantasy and believe in mystical creatures that you can still hope for it

The inbox and Instant messages are as empty as the mystical forest.

There is nothing special in them, just like how there are no such things as unicorn, or fairies, or pixies.

The night is still young. And you are awake. Great. The night owl again.

Lately, you feel like batman. A secret identity at night.

A panda in the day, and an owl at night.

You take your phone and you update your blog. And what do you know? It gets published with no content.

You wonder if the stars are having a 'ruin her life' party.

And you can't help it, but to wonder. Isn't this what you wanted?

For her to get the life she deserves? For her happiness and his peace? For you to be out of the picture?

But only then do you realize, when the heart and a little devil called love is involved, you become a tad bit selfish.

The heart wants what it wants.

But you know. You have no choice but to let go. Even if it kills you.
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abbywookie

abbywookie

May 12, 2015 - 12:27 =( This is sad
PenFairy

PenFairy

May 13, 2015 - 03:17 Yes it is... :'(
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

May 15, 2015 - 08:38 Aww. Sad. (。・ω・。)ノ♡
PenFairy

PenFairy

May 15, 2015 - 09:48 Thank you Mahobee for your positive feedback <3
Mahoobee

Mahoobee

May 15, 2015 - 11:38 Your very welcome :D

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