Most days I can convince myself to give up.

This is not most days.

They say it takes two hands to clap. How long do I have to chase you with one palm raised before I understand that any further and I might as well slap my palm against the wall?

My mind says I should have let down my hand long long time ago.

My heart whispers, just a little while longer...

And for awhile, I indulged my heart. I listened to the smaller voice. I complied with my wishful fantasies.

Now I want to be selfish. I want to let go. Maybe what we had wasn't enough. Maybe it was, and it was just suppose to be till right this moment. Maybe it was just a journey we had to walk through together but walk out alone. Maybe its suppose to make us wiser.

This stage of limbo sure sucks. I think I'm ready for it to end. I think I'm ready to wake up.