And suddenly it all made sense. All those heart breaks and the broken hearted love songs. The sleepiness nights were I tossed and turned because of an uneasy feeling within me. The lies that would leave me going out of my mind. The hurt that almost became a routine and I started to get used to. The smiles that were put on to prevent tears from flooding down. And lets not forget the tears that became all too familiar to seek refuge in. All of that didn’t matter. Not because I had changed or had gone through a  transition period. Neither had you come to your senses or better yet, made good for all the wrong you had done. It was all in this epiphany; the one moment of brilliance. All it took was for her to say those words and I realized I was doing what I thought I was from the very beginning. I was wasting my time. And when it boiled down to it, none of it mattered. At least it didn’t anymore. Or for the time being. One thing was for sure though, the part of me that held on cause I cared had slowly withered away. All this bullshit made me stronger, motherfucker.