Time to go
I have always loved youand I thought that loving you
was the most beautiful thing I ever did.
You loved me more
than I ever did,
and for that I am thankful.
Days passed; weeks, years,
and I still love you the same-- or even more.
I want to keep holding on,
pretend that everything is fine,
that we could stay like this
as much as we want to.
Looking at you smiling back at me,
I remembered the first time I ever saw that smile,
and how that smile changed my life.
But how could I ever look at you the same
with that smile on your face
when all I could think is what I am about to do?
With that blissful smile,
how do I tell the man I love so much for so long
that it's my time to walk away?
My words wiped off your beautiful smile
and I saw your tears slowly streaming.
It shattered my heart to see you
so broken, so helpless.
I chose to stand still with my decision,
even if I am just too broken myself.
I need to let go because I know you won't,
because I know you can't,
because I know you don't want to,
even if you have to.
I would never forget
how you smiled lovingly at me
before I wiped it off.
I don't want to remember how much pain
was written all over your face because of me,
but I am sure I will always do.
I know that someday, at some point,
time would be able to heal the wounds, our wounds,
but a part of us will remain hurt.
The remaining pain we have to endure on our own
because time could do nothing about it anymore,
only we could heal ourselves.
Someday I know you'd understand-- I hope you will.
Letting you go and walking away
were two things I never thought that I,
of all people, will do to you.
And the least that I can do
is to hope for you to heal faster than I do.
