Everyday

Everyday is a constant struggle between giving up and holding on to hope.

Everyday I wait for a call or sms that never came and might never come.

Everyday I told myself that all is going to be fine, that I can get over him eventually, that I will stop missing him one day.

Everyday I fill my mind with so many thoughts trying to drown out the memories of him.

Everyday I log onto the chatroom where I met him, both hoping and fearing that I would bump into him again there.

Everyday I try to think of ways to hate him, so that I can justify for giving up on him.

Everyday I wake up, remembering again there is something missing in my life.

Everyday I go to sleep, hoping to forget more the next day I wake up.