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attention

I’m not going to deny it. I need it. Not just any attention. Special attention. The kind made only for me. The kind where the time is taken to fully understand, and cater to me. Call me selfish, but who doesn’t want to feel like they matter to someone? I don’t want to feel like no one gives a damn about me. It wouldn’t hurt to have someone go an extra mile for me.

Whoever said that letting go of someone was easy, must have been kidding themselves.

It’s like letting a balloon fly off into the sky. Knowing that it might never come back. Even if it did, it would take a while. But we all know how unlikely that is.

Maybe that’s why. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to let go sometimes. Because a part of me will always hold on in hopes of rekindling that old flame no matter how it got put out. Even if it burns me once again.

But one day, you realize that letting go is one of the best things you can do. Instead of spending countless hours crying about someone whose tears dried up long before yours did.