Sometimes Loving Needs Sacrificing

The performance went well. The people cheered. I am pleased. Yahooo!

On a different note altogether i am glad. Glad for that special someone. Glad to see that special someone having a bunch of great friends both old and new. Friends and expanding or so i heard. Instead of rotting at home. People who shares similar interests and communicates on common wavelengths. You are free-spirited and soaring high. I realised i had been possessive. You and them go places we used to go together and doing things the both of us used to do in the great olden times. Places filled with memories. But all are in the past and i shall not go there because it still hurts sometimes. You go out in the evening and come home late to be continued the next afternoon. Something we used to do too. You are not tired when it comes to such outings and excuses will never be made to these people. You cherished their companionship and said that these are nice people. These people found a place in that heart. I am not exclusive no more. We do not spend time together but still i am pleased that each time there is a phonecall i hear good tidings. That this someone special is safe unharm and having fun. Since fun is something we no longer can experience. You have changed. Growing and still growing. I can as much as smile because that is all i can do. But do realise that i care. Someone once told me. Love someone sometime means letting go. To breathe and give space. If returned then it means it is for keep. But if not then it was never meant to be. I am holding on. Hoping for the best.