it's over. finally.

i know we haven't been together long, but being with you felt like a lifetime to me. and in some ways, it really was. i still remember the first time we got together.. i was hesitant, but you were sure of yourself. you made me experience something new, something i never had before. you celebrated with me when i was happy, yet it was those times that i was depressed that i really felt your soothing presence. you calmed me down, helped me think, and made me believe that everything would work themselves out. and you were right.

lately though, i have come to realize that being with you was doing me more harm than good, a realization more painful than even i would care to admit. i tried making sense of things, convince myself that i was wrong.. three weeks, i avoided you.. i tried to sort it all out. the gut-wrenching emotion, the painful process of staring at the eyes of truth.. and at the end of all that, i found out that i can't lie anymore. not to you, and not to myself.

being with you is hurting me.

i've faced that fact. after a lot of thinking, i've finally decided to say goodbye.. i don't want to, but i feel like i've overstayed my welcome. we both knew this day would come. some things really never last i guess-- we had our good times. nothing will ever change that. i'll say my farewell while i still can, while i'm still brave enough to let you go..

goodbye... CIGARETTES. thanks for the memories.