It's gone.
I swear it is.
But what I can't swear is whether I'm happy or sad about it.

I guess in a way, I'm glad. Since I know right from the fucking beginning that it's not going to happen, finally getting over it should really make me a happy person - if not the happiest. Besides, it's unrequitted.

Still, there's this part of me - a huge fucking cursed part of me, that is just not ready to let it go yet. Or, shall I say Not willing to let it go. You know that feeling it brings you? Like, whatever shit happens to you in school or at home or just about anywhere, there's still this high feeling that makes everything else seems dreamlike.

But all the same, it's gone.
And there's no fucking use to chase after it. (If that is even possible)



p.s. It's the very same fucking reason why I'm cursing again.