So Much Left to Say.

Now I know what it feels like to be waiting and waiting and somehow comes one day and the waiting just ends with no notice. And it feels good. It feels like a weight's been shifted off your shoulder. As if it's the very first time you're breathing again after years of suffocating in silence. But the pessimist in you just won't let you to just live in the moment of happiness. Or maybe the little voice in your head just won't let you breathe at all. It keeps on whispering, "This won't last. He's leaving soon, soon enough to let you fade away. And you'll suffocate, yet again."

But it doesn't matter. He's here now. I've been holding my breath for far too long, but right now I'm breathing again.