Tomorrow, I’m letting you go.

Tomorrow, I’m letting you go.

I know I’ve said it a thousand times.

But this very night, I feel the need. 

Tonight, we were together.

Different, everything felt. 

The song I haven’t heard in years. 

It played as if on cue when I arrived.

There, with you, I felt every line.

I have already lost you long ago. 

After all the heartaches, the waiting.

Who was I to hope we could still be?

I almost had you many times. 

Many times I missed the chance. 

Tonight I felt you’re really over me.

Tomorrow, I’m letting go for real. 

I can’t but I want to. I want to but I can’t.

Do you know what kills me? It’s the fact that you’ve totally moved on while I haven’t yet. It’s that to you this was all just a casual conversation, but to me it seemed as if a reconciliation.

Soon, I will heal. For now, all I have to do is prepare to see you in tomorrow’s event, after months of distance and no communication, prepare to act all casual and conceal what my eyes truly say. I hope tonight’s sleep can take away these feelings. I want it to. Good night, dear.