You know,
I never really let go of people
Call it whatever you want
But,
There's just this tiny voice in me
Who says that there's still good in them
That they can still change if you keep on holding onto them
It's not really fun to be honest
It's actually exhausting,
I get hurt when feelings aren't reciprocated
I blame myself for their reactions
And even if I do give up on them
I still don't stop caring for them
I'd still choose them if given the opportunity
Maybe it's because
I'm still tightly holding onto those memories
Memories of our happy days
And maybe,
I'm forcefully trying to turn those memories back into reality
That's the hard part about holding on