Letting go.

Some things are there to be enjoyed while spent, and forgotten when ended. I hate endings. I hate having to be over things when I will never be ready. Things that used to be so beautiful and magic, still existent in my mind, have to remain this way. Why didn't I realize and appreciate my luck while I had it? I don't want to wait anymore. I want it back. The way it used to be. I let go of you, I did that myself. Then why am I the one to suffer? I let you go so many times I've lost count. Starting over again everytime our eyes meet.