Is it . . . .

There were this fleeting moments when I was so tempted to let you go.

There was no point on holding on when you know it's too late. I felt like I was drowning in your absence. I dwell on the bottom of the surface for far too long that I forgot how to breath. I was waiting. When I got so impatient, when I attempted to move on, I would resurface back into the air only to find myself deep down under where I knew I belonged. I thought it would be like that. So, I waited until the moment sunk in. For the wave to come and drag me deep down under, for my senses to realize you're within reach again. But it never came, it never did. So this is what they call being numb, huh? Or is this my first taste of Freedom?