It seems as if I'm caged under a spell and there were no ways of liberation.

But when the harsh truth hits, I somewhat still feel like eluding the cystalline clear reality. In all honesty, I have already long accepted the outcome. But my heart refused to come to terms with it.

My heart is aching and it throbs whenever I think of you.

I know it's time to stop. Like absolutely stop. Not even a single ounce of reservation of my feelings left.

I don't know how long the heart will take to heal. But I know I should just stop.