When it is time.

I have stopped wanting to talk to you. Suddenly you become interested in my day. You want to send me to work at the doorstep. You say good morning with such enthusiatic.

I cannot reply with the same zest. I don't know what's going through in you mind. Hack I don't know what's going through in my mind.

I dare not be too close to you. When I try my best and be happy around you, you will someone choose to hurt me in ways unimaginable.

Tell me a few more times that you do not love me anymore. Shout it out to me. I dont think it makes a difference because those words have been ringing in my head consistently after that night.

I have no more desire to want to look at you but yet I have this burning urge to hug you. When you left this morning I was hiding in the kitchen and crying softly. Now I sit here writing this and you forgot something and came back. Again I do not want to look at you with my moist eyes and you tell me to have a nice day before going out the door again.

I love you but I love myself more. I don't like me now. I am in pain.

When it is time. I will let you go. In good time.