Enough.

I have been feeling really heavy these days. As if there's a boulder in my chest, weighing down on my thread like veins. It lingers at the back of my head, plotting it's next surprise attack when I'm alone; when i can no longer find something to occupy myself with;when my defence falls like dominoes. It's funny how I still feel this way, i mean we have only been through this enough for me to know what's going to happen next. Or rather, what's not going to happen. Still, it doesn't keep me from hoping that things will be different for once. That it's going to be your name on the caller ID when my phone rings.

I have a feeling that it's going to be different this time. But not in a way that you and I both know.