Do you still think of me? I do. I fibd myself trying to put the thought of you. I’ve shed enough tears for you but the thought of you still lingers, comes barging in from the back of my mind where I push you every time. If you read this you would probably swear at me, call me names and I know I screwed up. I remind myself that every now and then. You are better off without me. You have your journey to go off to, all I saw was becoming an obstacle. Too many questions. Too many doubts. You are free and so am I. But this feels like nothing because it is just that and I see it now.