“We went through all
that just to be strangers again”.
I found myself looking back, contemplating if I broke
someone. On the other hand, my mind screamed, "I knew better from day one, but I still didn’t make it on time to stop
the story from rolling till today”. Imagine making a series of conscious
decisions of choosing to walk away but never really taking the courage to do
so. A relationship of blunt toxicity and constant mending.
I wasn’t okay with it and I knew it, because in the end,
you still decide that it was me. Therefore I’ve to wait, to wait till the day
you’re certain it isn’t going to me. But somewhere in the middle, I grew tired,
I grew tired of waiting for you to get the message, I grew tired of attending
to a conversation you thought was funny, I grew tired of making plans because
the more I hang-out with you, the more clear I got that you’re not the person I
want to spend the rest of my lives with.
It takes you, the whole of you, to acknowledge that perhaps
you are just settling to stay together without considering how else if affect
us two. You chose to work on it but like a puncture tyre, you’re not able to go
far, you’re not able to go smooth. Surely, I find myself having second thoughts
considering that I went all through that just to be strangers again, but maybe
we are misinterpreting what we faced at when actually we’ve lost touch and
stopped growing that in fact, we’re
strangers again because we went through all that.