Freedom tastes much too sweet.

For once I want to be the one who’s missed.
Too much of my precious time has been wasted fretting over you. So many days spent dreaming, worrying and wondering about you; my heart shattering with every moment I spend thinking. Every heart beat hurts, pushing harder against my ribs and reminding me that I am still alone, still in love and yet alone.
Once you were my oxygen, now I realize you were just my wine. Beautiful but addictive. What does one do with an addiction? They nip it in the bud. I was never like other people, why start now? Why deny myself the torment of unrequited love? I was a fool.
Instead I allowed you to bloom and then cut you at the stem.
Good bye flower; Good bye my friend.