Summer '10. It all started with a friend request and a million questions to be answered. The feeling of curiosity.. excitement, confusion.. the feeling of a new beginning. Cute morning texts, warm goodnight calls.. we were both falling in love. As we went on, we shared a bond, that was almost impossible to break. He was the pen, and I was the ink. Ups and downs tear us apart, but kisses and hugs got us back...
Summer '11. It all ended. We fight, we argued, we said mean things.. we would do anything to hurt one another. He held a girl, I hugged a boy. The story we thought would never end, was on its last chapter. All this pushing and shoving, what will it bring in the end? Pain for the both of us. All the promises, the words that were spoken keeps coming back to me everynight, haunting me with the feeling of loss and anger. I wonder when he will realise that he was the one who left me fighting alone, trying to escape from this pain, when he was careless living his own life. And now, when I have finally smiled again, ready to walk this road on my own, he decides to come back and start again? Is he being selfish or what? I hate myself for always thinking back to him.. hoping the one who comes through that door again will be him, no one else. I say I can move on, and yes I am moving on, but theres always that gap of feeling that is left for him.. I wish I can just click delete.
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