It was the right thing. Hidden in black

And so, he made a trip. A trip down memory lane.

"Ah so nice," he whispered happily.

He was writing. For nights he would sit down, and write. Write down the memories he had, with her.

"Ah so beautiful," he whispered quietly.

Painstakingly, he would write even though it was hurting his hands. And sometimes, he wondered why he was even doing that.

"Ah so pain," he whispered within.

He didn't want her to know the pain he was going through.

"Ah so sweet of you," I said.

And yet, at the end, it came down to nothing. All the pain, the tears he shed while remembering the memories, and writing it night after night, after night. It meant nothing to her. Those tears were filled, not with liquid, but with anguish and heartache.

All he ever asked was for her to read it. 10 pages worth of memories. And yes, it could have been more, but he was running out of time, and faith. He was running out of faith with himself, and the purpose of the letter.

And he knows, she wants to read it. He knew, that she was willing to read it. But, external parties got involved, and psyched and convinced her into just ignoring it.

"He's just scared of losing her, that's why he's sticking himself to her, doing whatever it takes to manipulate her. He knows that she's vulnerable, and he knows that she will have a change of heart if she reads it," the boy's friend told the boy, referring to the external party, which is now her internal party.

But in the end, it was his ownself that got him out of this turmoil that he was in. Again, he reiterate the point: All he ever asked was for her to read it.

He convinced himself that it was gone. The burden, that he was carrying on himself was finally off him, gone. He has done all he could to end everything, in his view, the way it ought to.

Yet, he feels feelings lingering within.

" Why did I even write it?", he asks himself

And after a long time, yeah, he finally knew why.

Only he knows why.

He still loves her. Not as much as before, but the feelings are still there

But, he knows she will never return.

He just needs alot of time, and yes, he wish, oh he wish, that someone would save him.

The question everyone would ask then, is," Is he ready?"

His reply," If you never try, you'd never know."

He's willing to give himself a chance.

But, who's willing to give him that chance he wants?