it certainly hurt even more when you know you fucked things up and there's no turning back. when you really want the chance to reboot and start all over again and the chance will never be there - the regret and the heartbreak is almost overbearing.

if only there's a precription for heartache and grief.

waking up knowing that things won't be the same anymore made me went through a mental dash of options to relieve the pain and make sure everything is fine with me. rebounds, work, suicide, packing up everything here and leave left serious doubts in me. then i realised the only way of salvation for my dying heart is returning back to your embrace.

knowing that i may soon be out of your eyes kills. knowing that when i think of you, it'll really be just thinking is a torture.

loss. brings out things that should have replaced all my accusations and insecurities in the past. how im glad you're not reckless, don't smoke, not an alcoholic, your systematic way of doing things and the ability to maintain a passion in things.

all too late now ain't it.

if one last chance is bestowed, i'll know the importance of treasure. if the one last chance is gone, and i have to move on. really, where will i go?