Hello. It's me.

Hello..

How are you holding up, my dear self? It's been two months since your heart was torn into pieces. Has it healed already? 

I'm sorry I have to put you through this. My heart aches whenever I see you staring blankly at the window, wondering what's on your mind-though I'm damn sure it's always a painful thought. I see that struggle when you push

yourself to live life how it should be. I witness all those charades, and those make-believe moments. I can sense the difficulty of you trying so desperately to make that smile last on your face at least for a day. You look like a fool when you try to make the people around you believe that you are 100% ok, when in reality, you are damn shattered inside. I get that weird feeling when you feel like you are helplessly suspended in mid-air, with no purchase on the ground far below. I know that each time you put on those headphones, it's always that Adele album that lulls you to a deep sea of sadness. There will always be that special song that once you get to hear it, all of the emotions locked inside will just emancipate like a dam bursting open. And you just breakdown, and cry.

I am seeing everything, and it pains me to see you do those stupid things over and over again.

As they say, time heals all wounds. But will we ever get there?