its pathetic how long it took me to decide. to realise.

a sudden realisation that once upon a time, i was truly happy. that the only reason why i ever started to question this was because you started to doubt yourself, resurrecting the deep and confounding feelings that i blame for this regress.

i thought that it would be a good time to try and forget. to 'experiment' and see if i could live without, following the hypothesis that eventually, time would heal everything.

but i was wrong. distance and time hasn't changed a thing, and i'm too relentless for even that to change.

and it makes me want to shake myself and contemplate 'why was there any doubt at all?'



E.