Dear Diary

I left you.

It wasn’t hard the deed itself to be honest. I was too content so I seek excitement. It isn’t hard to be fooled, it isn’t hard to give up, and it isn’t hard to pursue wishful thinking.

But I left you.

There are days when I look back and I smile. Certain days I sigh. I can’t quite make out what I am supposed to feel. Emotions could be incredibly subjective. Is this normal or is this abnormal? Is this what I chose right, or was it wrong?

I do not want to start another rally. Our lives are not a race, our days are not numbered but I feel empty not having you beside. Why do I feel left out?

I miss you.

But I no longer pine for your presence nor do I pine for your absence.

I’ve learnt to finally loving you afar, and I still love you with all my heart.