Perhaps my eyes are dry because we had a good run, didn’t we?
Our ups and downs, and now the end, were for the best maybe
You told me not to cry because if I did, you will too
And so I didn’t, like you said, but now I might not be able to
So this is the point where both of us get used to being fully apart
Hoping the distance, the thousand miles, will heal our broken hearts
I have to admit, I am scared as hell, that I might not recover
But at some point I have to try and accept that we are over
It’s going to take a long ass time before the ache ends
Until then I trust that we could stay such good friends
So let me get this off my chest when I get home tonight
Weep to my heart’s content, and stop when I finally feel alright
Airah Writes 