#stayingorleaving

Staying. After what that person has done to you, or after whatever reason why he left you, still you chose to stay. Stay in your memories. Stay in your position, drowning yourself in tears, wondering what you have done that caused him to leave. Staying. Enclosing all the feelings you had (or you still have, rather) because it was just too perfect and complete, you belive you can’t find anything exactly like it. Staying. Not listening to what your friends tells you, or some ‘there are lots of fish in the sea’ bshits. Because, why the hell would you fish this planet which is ¾ water when, what you’re looking for is already here. And because you believe he’s the best catch you have and will never try to fish another one. Staying. Maybe because there is a fraction of chance that the person will come back. That even though this person have hurt you intensely-it created tears on your heart it’s almost shattered, you still hold on to that love rather than the pain. And staying. Because maybe it’s all a bad dream, or more like a nightmare. And you believe that maybe anytime you’ll just wake. or Leaving. Realizing that, what’s the point of staying in the same position when you can’t change anything anymore. Leaving. Because you have finally waken up from that bad dream and you had enough of the pain. Enough of the tears. Enough crying for the person who have cut you so bad. Leaving. Because you believe that another person deserves your love more. A person who will see your worth and will end up thanking the person who left you for leading you to him. And leaving. Maybe because the bridges you keep on building always fall because no matter how strong the materials are, if the foundations of the bridge are weak, the path is useless. It’s either you keep feeling your wound or you let it heal. Either you stare blindly at the ceiling, or you open your eyes for more important things. Or either you isolate yourself in a galaxy of memories or you open your windows to see the real stars in the sky. These memories, that you believe reminds you of sweet things you had, but actually makes you cut deeper, leading to pain. So when do we say we had enough? When do we say it’s done and over? We don’t. It arrives by itself. I think the common denominator of these two choices is TIME. You can’t tell if you will stay longer or leave too soon. Because really, there will just come a time when you will suddenly pause, and you will say to yourself, “I’ve had enough.”