After several nights, no, months, of pining for a love that could never be returned, I finally decided to move on. I had to let go from this silliness. I realized that I was wasting my life holding on to something and someone who could not even dare to care. I had cried enough tears and suffered unnecessary depression.
I give up. This is not worth fighting for. This is going nowhere. I am tired. Everything has to stop.
Where do I start—when all I could see is him and all the little things I know about him?