Torn. Burn. Alive.

waiting...and still facing a blank wall.

it was such a bad untimely move from me...but then, if this is how it should be.

maybe you're just taking your time or something...or maybe you're just not that into me at all.

in a weird way, i'm trying to be happy...altho it turned into a triple whammy - a letdown, a rejection and a brushoff.

sometimes, telling things as they are could backfire...it hurts, and the silence makes me sad.

somehow, it's better this way...no expectations, fewer disappointment.

owning up to what's been said or what's left unspoken...but how do i deal?

if moving on means leaving a special part of me behind...so be it.