I refuse

to react,

to be that crazy person last month,

to cry,

to just move past this like it was only a bad day,

to give up,

to run away,

to give up on love.




I'm an extremely patient person. If life were a staring contest, I can beat Chuck Norris even if he can clog a toilet with his piss.

I'm not going to let emotion get the better of me, that crazy person last month isn't coming back, no more doors are going to have holes through them, nor any walls. Metal cabinets aren't going to have any dents.

I'm waiting, I will always be waiting. The love still outweighs the hurt.