I'm letting go of every butterfly that I felt everytime your name pops up on my phone.
I'm letting go of every sensation that I felt everytime I hear your voice.
I'm letting go of these multitudes of feelings, that only you can stir within me, because they are ovelwhelming.
I'm letting go of every hope in my soul.
I'm letting go of that blind faith.
I'm letting go the idea of us.
I'm letting go of every daydream.
I'm letting go of the future that I envisioned with you.
I'm letting of every song that reminds me of you.
I'm letting go of the composed poems that starts and ends with you.
I'm letting go of the tearstained photographs.
I'm letting go of the memories.
I'm letting go of the timid smiles and soft hellos.
I'm letting go of sweet good mornings and good nights.
I'm letting go of every stealthily glances and the shy moments.
I'm letting go of every 11:11 wishes and never-ending thoughts after 2 AM.
I'm letting go of the pain, the tears, and the sadness everytime I think of you.
I'm letting go every piece of my shattered heart.
I'm letting go of every fiber of my being that aches for you and your love.
I'm letting go of you.
Of everything.
Every. Single. Thing.
And most importantly, I'm letting go of myself.
Because I realized, I am just the only one who remained holding and gripping to that something that never really mattered.
Baby boo, it was only a drizzle for you.
But it was a whole damn hurricane for me.