bum..

And it seems everything’s so different now.

Less than 48 hours and I have yet to teach myself how to be numb.

Because apparently, you have moved on.

Dropped me like a hot potato.

I really don’t know how to put it in words but I knew it was coming and yet I wasn’t prepared to feel the feeling.

I guess I didn’t expect you’d get over me before I get over you.

My brain is telling me that the change between us is part of it all…and that sooner or later you’d gonna have to do that to me. And that I shouldn’t mind because I know all along that this how our story ends. And that I shouldn’t waste any feelings of despair because it won’t be worth it.

But my heart is feeling the pain.

Because no matter how continually I tell myself that I am okay, my heart is not.

My heart is sad.

Not with anger. Not with misery. Not with much drama.

Just sad.

Life is one hell of a ride. Like my Enchanted Kingdom, you get to choose the ride of your life.

I’m back to the Grand Carousel after I get to ride some wild ride…

I know I’m gonna miss you. Thinking about the stories and the moments we shared, I know I will.

But I know you will miss me too.

Coz I’m always gonna be the girl who got away.