That Thing Called Relapse

I fell into a relapse.

I blame the movie, Love, Rosie. I blame it for making me re-consider my so called feelings or whatever it was. I blame it for making me think. Period.

I fell into a relapse.

I thought of you again. Well, I do, everyday. But not in that way.

I fell into a relapse.

"I hate your situation", my best friend says. I hate it, too. But I revel in it. I love it actually. The things you love and hate at the same time are the most important aspects of your life, usually.

I fell into a relapse.

I went back to that wave, that surge of emotions, if I'm even still capable.

I fell into a relapse.

No, I'm not a drug addict. No, I'm not addicted to anything. I just have this recurring emotion for something that I know is not something I should consider.

I fell into a relapse.

And here I am again, with a renewed belief that yes, we are better off this way, because, and I would quote myself: "It's hard to do something and breaking something so beautiful." Because this thing we have, it's beautiful and I'm thankful for it everyday. And I'm thankful of you every day.

I fell into a relapse.

I won't promise this will be the last but I promise I am staying in this relapse infested circumstance I am in.

I fell into a relapse.

And I'm back up. :)