I have doubts, about us. Whether or not I chose right, or wrong. There are days I just give up and I find myself debating with my conscience if I should leave you or not. But I always end up crying, like a spoiled rich kid brat. Some days I reminisce. Some days are so full of nostalgia. But I guess I have to tell you soon. You deserve the honesty. The honesty when I say I feel cold and you're not my warmth anymore. The honesty in my eyes when I tell you goodbye and you ask me if there's someone else and I answer "no". Because it'll always be you, my love. Always you. I am so full of **** doubts and I want you to save me from this deep pit I've dug myself. But, I don't need you to save me, let me do it myself. I deserve the punishment. Because, my love, I've committed cliched crime of "It's not you. It's me." And never in the world did you deserve that. And I didn't deserve you.

So my love,
Here it goes


I don't love you anymore.


*Or do I?