Consequences

"Do you know the consequences?" I asked, hoping he doesn't realise where is this leading us to.

"I know" He said, quietly.

The consequences are I won't be that person who's going to celebrate your 21st or even 40th birthday with you. I will not be the first person you see when you wake up in the morning, half asleep, bad breath, in the future. I will not be there anymore when you're having insomnia. I will not be the one who you will go to first when there is any happy events and hearing me screaming 'congrats!!' from the other side of the phone. Lastly, I will not be 'the one' anymore, I won't be 'my girlfriend' anymore and you won't be spending your life with me.

Same goes to me, you won't be around when its my birthday. You will not be the first person I see when I wake up and roll over to give bad breath kiss in the future. You will not be the one I annoy when I have insomnia. You will not be the first one I think of when there are good news or bad news and receiving your call right after I tell you. Lastly, you will not be 'the one' anymore too, not my boyfriend anymore and I will not spend my life with you.

I guess you are really okay with these consequences and apparently I am not, yet.

I am reminiscing, telling my little heart it is time to let go.