This is our time.

Sometimes, some thing are meant to be while other are not. That's life.
Things change. It will always change. Why do you think the day will always change to night? Why do you think every girl will change and turn into a lady? Because things have to change. Just like what it happen between you and me.

We changed. You admitted. If it wasnt for me, you wont be where you're standing today. I helped you to change and well so did I. Maybe our change isnt as compatible as how we were during the old days. Maybe this is is. This is our time.

Everyday its constants arguments and fights. There will always be complains. Things are never right. Things will never be okay for suitable or fit. Incomplete expectation and hope, dismay and disappointment. Nobody can live with that everyday but that's what we face each day. one by one. It's constant backfiring. I know we're both dying inside. We have to put it to stop. Stop for good. This is our time.

Please, I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of telling myself to be patient. I'm tired of telling myself to be strong. I'm tired of thinking through what I say. I'm tried of having the dilemma to be truthful or not. Please I'm tired of getting hurt.

I slowly start to question. Is it really our time?
I guess today, this is it.