Perhaps Its Time.

11th Sept 2006 @ 9.24pm, he called.

He asked if I'm free lately.
He asked if I'm driving.
He asked if I've a car to drive.
He asked if I've been looking for a new job.
He asks, asked and asks till he finally got to the point.

He asks if I could drop-by and picks up my stuffs.

I just went quiet with no idea what to say, how to reply.

He started explaining that he's moving out and does not have any room for my stuffs.
*It just sounds like "I'm moving on and does not have any place for you in my heart."

It hurts.

Its not that I'm still stubbornly waiting for him.
Its not that I'm still hoping for anything.
Its not that I'm still expecting miracles out from this relationship.
Its not that I'm still...

No matter what it is, to put an end to something always hurts.

But why today? When I'm down with fever...
I felt really hurt... and it really hurts...

How am I going to start packing his stuffs?
Its not just packing of his stuffs but at the same time, the memories...

I wished I could just CTRL ALT DEL and do a reformat.
I wished I could just be invisible, blind, and deaf for at least till the next call comes.

I guess...

Perhaps its time.