I regret losing myself in the process of loving you. I was such a fool, trying my best to force something which wasn't there at all. Soo busy trying to make it work that I didn't realise it was gone. It felt as if I was begging you to reciprocate the efforts, when in reality, you just never felt the same way I did. Slowly, You were just giving up on me, giving up on us, Giving up on something we promised we'd fight for no matter what. You made things so hard that I could never catch up. I got tired of chasing after you. I could no longer beg you to fight for what we had. I could no longer beg you to love me back. I was done. So, I did what I had to. I was aware that it's going to hurt like hell but there was no other option left that would help me to be free. I took myself out of the equation. Sometimes, it's the best option for our sanity.