Rehabilitation

I thought I was strong enough to withstand, I thought it would hurt less if I acted like I cared less. But the truth is, I was addicted to him.

The harder I tried to show that his leaving didn't bother me, the deeper my wound became.

"Bye John", he said.

Wished I had the courage to say, "Please don't go".

But I didn't, cos the rational part of me knew it would be no use.

A part of me left with him that night, as I found myself infinitely emptier than before.

And so I made the ultimate decision, I forced myself into rehabilitation. Maybe he'll hate me for doing this, but the way I see it there is no other choice, my addiction with him has got to end now, less I want to destroy myself.

I'm not sure how long this rehabilitation is going to take, for he had shown me wonders no others had or even capable of. At times, it really felt like he was the One, but also because of this, I wonder whether I would ever be able to fall for another person again.

Perhaps one positive thing out of all these is that I finally have the enough motivation to start on a self-improvement journey.

Good things never stay. I hate my pessimistic predictions, but sadly most of the time they are true.