We were that couple almost everyone believed would be together for a long time. And I, your guy back then, didnt find it hard to believe it cause, in the past, you were like everything to me. I believed, then, we were two lucky buttons threaded by fate in a wanted cloth called love. Undoubtedly, I was in love with you. I was happy with you --- so happy that words wouldnt even describe. We were so sweet that diabetes was at our door. Our hearts raced that tachycardia would be ashamed. I was pretty sure with you more than a positive in a diagnostic exam. But as the time revolves on its place, i knew diagnoses can be wrong. It took months before we got into a serious fight. I was grateful for the argument cause I knew, by this, wed know each other better; our relationship would become stronger. But that one fight gradually turned into an array of war. We were peeled, layer by layer, showing every blemish, scars and secrets. I knew you! Everything about you: what lies beyond your smiling face; whats beneath that loving facade of yours; those dents and scratches. I knew everything. But what I didnt expect, is for me to doubt you. I cant accept everything. I cant bare every piece of you. I am really sorry. Little by little, my hearts started to fickle. The thread that once sewn us together has become loose and I was falling --- falling out of that piece of cloth. I tried to pull myself back but i cant. Its not the way it is anymore. You and I were stripped from that torn fabric. I was free from you and it felt true, for I know it was right. But you on the other hand, seem to be trying to pull back those strings. Ive watched you, in your desperate and pathetic attempts. And it was killing me. Guilts killing me. You were stabbing me with the needle, repeatedly, though unconsciously. Youre in pain, I get it. And I know I deserved every pierce youve given my inconsistent feelings. But I was, too, dying in agony. I pushed you away so you would dare to stop. I know it was some douchebag move but I did this not because I hated you, am disgusted by you, I did this for you to let go. I saw no future for us anymore. Those plans turned into memories of the past. I felt nothing anymore, nothing but pain and sadness for us. Im sorry, but thats all it is, thats all I can do. Help yourself. Let go. Move on. Free that needle you held tightly of; for you will be threaded once again, coupled with another button, in a cloth more beautiful than the previous silk.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 16:34:57 +0000
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