...gone...

when is over really over?

a question i have asked myself a million times but somehow still at this point, i have'nt fully grasped the true concept of letting go.

at 22, i can say that i have my fair share of relationships-both long and short term; one thing i have learned is that moving on is a matter of dedication.

it's a decision...to finally break the ties that bind you to your past. and for somebody who have said goodbye like it's greeting somebody "hello", i have decided to make a resolution.

the next time i'll let go, there would be no words...no drama...no letters to proclaim the great love found and lost. no words to make you cry...

the moment i feel it's time to finally go...i would not even give you the final look before i walk out the door. i will leave with all my emotional baggage with me...i'll leave with my heart...or what's left of it.

i would be quiet, you won't even hear the final click when i close the door. i will go unnoticed.

i would be gone and you would not know it. i'd be so discreet you would not feel my presence...or the lack thereof. i would not be missed. it would be like the old times, only there would be no occassional messages...no fleeting moments to sieze...just an empty space where i used to fill in the gaps...