Pain

Pain

I pulled all the strength I had to text you today. You replied. I was happy. But not long after that it died.

I understand you have a life to live in. A life that you felt empty because of distance and now probably you're busy filling it in with colors.

What I don't understand is, how come it hurts so bad? How come I feel that it's not the time yet?

Today, I found out that pain, pain alone, cures the wound within. Punishment, for being a lousy lover and also friend. I shall let this pain overcome the wound within. Painful enough to distract the heart.