The Morning that Wakes You Up

I try to divide my concentration between driving and texting. It's impossible, obviously. I throw my phone to passenger seat and try to put my concentration on my wheel. Few moments later, I can't hold myself not to text my friend. I opted voice call to make it easier. Still not easy, yet I succeeded to send several messages to him.
I then try to concentrate once more.
*ding* my phone vibrates. I rushed to check the message.

"It's not worth it. If I were you I would totally chase another chance. I believe you're worth more than this"

I smiled. Not because I hear what I want to hear, but he gave me enlightenment on how I'm worthy more than I know. I shrugged. I know I'm wrong, but why do I keep on going?

I put my phone back. Drive straight to the office. Walk to my desk and sit. I gaze to nothing. I start to feel empty and embarrassed how this blinds me. How come I pretend this too will change and how I still have chance.

I stare at my phone. I frown and said to myself; I too have to change.

Turn point

I'm waiting for my turning point where I can finally look straight to the front and not looking back.
Let's keep what we had as a precious memory, to be remembered and rejoiced.
It was perfect. We were perfect. Only we aren't meant to be. Or so we thought.
And I hope I'm right.