Day Three

Pacing around in that vicious cycle, without obstacles. Stuck in sorrow and self-pity. I fell in love without anticipating the moment of losing it, no one falls in love with that thinking. Hate to see it fade from my life, but I had, there wasn't a choice. Or rather, I only gave myself the option of respecting it. Promises are in abundance, but they only acts as guidelines. They are only present for the sake of presenting itself.

I wish I could peak the stages of anger to ease self-pity, but all I could selflessly afford is to respect and understand.

Forgive. To forgive is to deprive him from being responsible of my grieve.