“Change is constant, how we experience change, that’s up to us. It can feel like death, or it can feel like a second chance at life. If we open our fingers, loosen our grips, go with it, it can be like pure adrenaline. Like at any moment, we can have another chance at life. Like at any moment, we can be born all over again.”—Meredith Grey
The truth is I’ve made up my mind to let go. Another fuckgin truth is my heart is holding on. Something wrong with that? Is there even something right at all? I thought I’ll be damn fine and way cool with it all. That’s how I actually function. but no,….. this time it’s different.
It comes to a point whereby I give up in that fuckery thing.
She’s wondering if he’s asleep. Nahh, he must be watching the television. Perhaps, he’s listening to his favourite bands or searching for new songs. She’s thinking that he’s watching video clips, yeah video clips. Or just online and gaming. No, he might be on the phone with his friends or,….a girl. & he might be eating right now. He may be just lying around or sitting and doing absolutely nothing. Or just thinking of his problems? Most probably, he’s out with his friends having a guys’ night. Well, maybe he’s having fun in whatever dawwg that he’s doing right now.
But on top of all of that, she’s certain he’s not thinking of her right now. Not possibly reading this too.