18:04 

It’s ironic how you messaged me last night after I decided to move on. It’s like you always find the right time to get to me, and you know how to, too. Why do I even find it surprising though… You always knew how to get to me. Even in the littlest to the biggest things, you knew. Since when did the heart get so weak over someone? Especially someone who could care less for it. Oh, Han, when did you become so weak… 

For reasons unknown, what I treasured so much is forever lost, unable to be returned to me, no matter how much I want it to be. For the goods of my best interests, those reasons are to be kept from me. What right do I have left in my disposal when my right of knowing the reason of my pain is robbed from me? It feels cruel; being murdered then tossed in the trash. I don’t understand the convictions of it, but you killed me. And I feel pathetic for giving you the wielding of the power in the first place. Even now, when I’m supposed to be moving on, you still are wielding that power, but soon, eventually one day, I’ll take it back. I’m getting closer and closer every day. And one day will come when you no longer have any effect on me. 

Every time you talk to me, I get the hope that we’ll come back together, but it’s not going to happen any time soon. To you, I was recess, now it’s back to whatever you had going on before me. But, it’s okay. Every day, I’m getting closer and closer to being okay with the fact that you’ve moved on. Every day, acceptance is becoming a closer finish line. Every day, it’s getting closer, but today… today is not that day… 

Because every inch of my body is still aching every time I hear, "It’s not coming back, Han. This is the way it has to be…" My heart still aches, I’m still aching. 

Today’s progress: 0