Relented

I've been holding on so tight, I didn't even realize because it got numbed.

But when you let the blood rushed back into your nerves, you'd realize just because you haven't any sensation doesn't mean it isn't there.

Everytime I think I've let it go, it just seemed I did so reluctantly. And reluctant I was. Undeniably reluctant.

Why? Maybe because I couldn't accept the truth. The truth that I was just not good enough for him.

I'm not telling myself this just to put myself down. Some things just don't work out the way you want it.

I may think back and still feel sad. It'll be one of those milestones in life I've to overcome.

Acceptance doesn't mean I've to fight back my emotions, right?

I pray I'll be whole again.