Middle

I love and hate you. I check up on you and never want to hear from you again. I cherish moments past and look through these with great disdain. Never in the middle, but always in both extremes.

This is how I look at moving on. It's as if you are learning to fall out of love with the person who you already spent countless moments falling more in love with as time passes. Seems counter-productive, but its the only way. Every waking moment I look to my friends for advice, but even if I want to listen, their advice still fell on deaf ears. I seek the counsel of people who I refuse to listen to. no offense to the reader whom I asked for advice. But I really was a helpless case. 

Maybe I wanted to cry and remain hurt until I started hating that feeling, it seems the only logical explanation. But that was not the reason. "We accept the love we think we deserve" A perfect quote From the book "The Perks of Being A Wallflower" which seems too poetic to mention. It feels so eerie, reading through the messages of my friends, taking that walk through memory lane. Finally, I have learned to accept their love, I have learned to listen to their words. Its all about accepting the love of friends, because without them, I wouldn't be the man I am today and i wouldn't be the God fearing man I am today.

To the lady who made me realize that I am worth so much more.

Of course, you will never be forgotten, and I will never hate you for this. count it to the fact that I respect you even more today than yesterday. But I am happier now, and you should be too.

Love always,

- Chot