This is how I cope when you are gone. I pretend that you are dead, just like how you cannot bring the dead to life, I cannot revive my hope from you. Just like the finality of death, we have reached the absolute end. There are no more second chances, no more lingering glances, and no more unspoken words.
I remove everything of you. No, don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate you, I just want peace. And I cannot risk having your presence in my life or have you hovering in the background to destroy the fragile serenity I have build around myself. It took me less than one day to remove all traces of you from my life. It will, however, take me more than a lifetime to remove you from my mind.
I have learn to see the light after the dark endless tunnel. I begin to be grateful no matter the circumstances, no matter how forgivable the acts, and no matter how terrible I hurt. For if I do not, I will resent you for your callousness at how easily you slip in and out of my life. I will hate you for your indifference at how little I mean to you when you choose to watch me burn just so you could. Most importantly, I will loathe myself for allowing you to. For giving you the permission to hurt me. For treating you as a priority while I remain your option and your side project. For thinking the world of you when you refuse to let me be a part of yours.
I don’t think I will ever forgive you, forgive you for starting the heart and walked away without a single word, knowing that I do not worth an answer. But that doesn't mean I am not moving on, because moving on is not about balancing the injustice or righting the wrong. It is about rebuilding my own life, because I finally see I matter more than you.