I can't believe it. I'm crying.

Remember how we used to laugh over the silliest stuff,
Cry over something that we thought would end?
I read that book.
I read every single word in that book.
The expressions I'd make reading it. I'd cry and that page would be soaked with my own tears.
That was one touching book.

...When they let go.

they really do let go...

I never wanted to give up but since, the book meant nothing to me anymore, I gave up reading.
When i intentionally wanted to continue to the next chapter.
I didn't want to try reading it anymore. The book was filled with full of emotions, full of anger and also full of happy moments.
I felt the exact same way the book was written out when i read it.
The first chapter was filled with smiles, laughter and those moments that would be remembered a lifetime.
The second chapter was full of emotions, sadness, crying...
The third chapter was when i gave up reading, halfway.
Because, it was full of anger, I wanted to cry while reading it. So, i stopped.
I stopped.
I wanted to try continue reading it. I just wanted to know how strong I am at "Confidence."
I really was afraid.
But i tried.
I flipped open the book but my hands started to tremble.
I closed the book.

I cried.

I was able to read you like an open book.

You left me here with all these scars...

I don't make sense but, I'll leave it.
It is not a book. It's me.