I used to let a balloon go every time I feel upset. It scares me to think that I have been thinking about you even after we parted.

My heart still aches from the pain, making breathing difficult for me from time to time. How I wish that we are back together but I know that it will never be. Parting is never something sweet, they are such painful deeds. If I had the chocie, we should have never meet. I thought that I was strong, but I was not, I misjudge myself. Now as I sat there wallowing in my sorrow, I see your face reflected in my memory everytime I thought about the time we spent together.

How did it ended this way? At which point of our relationship went wrong? I did not intend for these all to end so abruptly, I wanted to know you more to be you with more. I regretted not spending more time with you and perhaps that is what caused our relationship to come to an end.

My tears continue to fall for days, crying over what we used to have together. And now my greatest fear has come true. Many told me to let go and forget, but how could I? The pain I am suffering now hurts so much in my heart like a sword has been stab right through it. I could feel my heart plunged down whenever I remember how we broke up. It hurts so much, I wish that it would all just go away.

My hand trembled as I held onto the strings of those balloons sitting there trying my hardest not to cry again. MY eyes were already puffed and swollen from crying to much and I already lost my voice. If anyone were to look at me they would see a lifeless person in pieces on the ground wallowing in sorrow so deep enough to drown myself. I could not bring myself to release the ballons, to release the memory of you and our time together.

I wish I could but I could not bring myself to. I don’t want it to end like this. I did not want this to end at all. As my tears spilled forth again, I cried again not wanting to let go of these memories that I hold dear to my heart. They were already meaningless I know but they were just too precious to me. What we used to have were gone but I did could not let go of them still.

“Let go,” they say. How easy it was to say, if only I could just carry the actions out. Maybe later when I could stop crying and seeing your face surfacing in my memory.

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