The only way to really know is to let it go...
"Don't give up on me that easy. I'll lose myself."
"I'm not going anywhere...but this, whatever it is, I can't handle it. Its beyond what I can understand, process or accept."
"I'm beyond messed...give me a couple of months. We'll be back to what we were, trust me...its you, forever and always."
9 days to give up. 14 days to move on. Perfect.
Ahh, I wish that was my side of the story, but oh well...
It's funny how people think of you as some psychotic moron who can be fooled at every step with the lamest of reasons to make you let go. Guilty as charged, why? because I care.
Haah, that word. What does it mean and to what all areas it lies? After all this time conversations die, thoughts go bitter and feelings fade away. I always felt like the shiny new toy in your life. The forbidden fruit. But the question was how long will I last? This phase, was too temporary to put in words, but too strong to explain in anyway. Keeping shut was the only option I had, but even that didn't help. I had so many questions. But everyday each action of yours proved it why this time I was the one who messed up. Sadly, no one can mend that, but time. But again, there was hope. Couple of months, right? what could've possibly gone wrong? Everything.
Its about time, this phase of wait, of longing to get out of this limbo, is about to get over...but all answers flash before my eyes already. I'm not strong enough to hear it all. But have you ever given me a choice, at all?
"I care, way too much, and you know it. It's just not like that...I love you, yes, but as a best friend."
Silence.
"I hope you have moved on?"
Silence.
"I like this girl. She's amazing. Quite like you, in a lot of ways."
Amusement. Laughter. Irony.
Tissue, yes, that's what I was, and will always be. Dang, the new toy has worn out. Throw it off, dude! what's the point of keeping it in your collection of god knows what interests. Lets go through your life check list:
Best friend -check-
Crush/liking -check-
Random time filling people -check-
Where do I fit in? :\ No where I suppose. So what is the point of holding on to something that cannot be categorized?
Lies. lies. lies.
Enough of it man! I'm not a fool, I was just too blinded by the "care". Yes, nothing else, because that's all it was.
What is it now?
Nothing, and never will be.
"Don't give up on me that easy. I'll lose myself."
"I'm not going anywhere...but this, whatever it is, I can't handle it. Its beyond what I can understand, process or accept."
"I'm beyond messed...give me a couple of months. We'll be back to what we were, trust me...its you, forever and always."
9 days to give up. 14 days to move on. Perfect.
Ahh, I wish that was my side of the story, but oh well...
It's funny how people think of you as some psychotic moron who can be fooled at every step with the lamest of reasons to make you let go. Guilty as charged, why? because I care.
Haah, that word. What does it mean and to what all areas it lies? After all this time conversations die, thoughts go bitter and feelings fade away. I always felt like the shiny new toy in your life. The forbidden fruit. But the question was how long will I last? This phase, was too temporary to put in words, but too strong to explain in anyway. Keeping shut was the only option I had, but even that didn't help. I had so many questions. But everyday each action of yours proved it why this time I was the one who messed up. Sadly, no one can mend that, but time. But again, there was hope. Couple of months, right? what could've possibly gone wrong? Everything.
Its about time, this phase of wait, of longing to get out of this limbo, is about to get over...but all answers flash before my eyes already. I'm not strong enough to hear it all. But have you ever given me a choice, at all?
"I care, way too much, and you know it. It's just not like that...I love you, yes, but as a best friend."
Silence.
"I hope you have moved on?"
Silence.
"I like this girl. She's amazing. Quite like you, in a lot of ways."
Amusement. Laughter. Irony.
Tissue, yes, that's what I was, and will always be. Dang, the new toy has worn out. Throw it off, dude! what's the point of keeping it in your collection of god knows what interests. Lets go through your life check list:
Best friend -check-
Crush/liking -check-
Random time filling people -check-
Where do I fit in? :\ No where I suppose. So what is the point of holding on to something that cannot be categorized?
Lies. lies. lies.
Enough of it man! I'm not a fool, I was just too blinded by the "care". Yes, nothing else, because that's all it was.
What is it now?
Nothing, and never will be.
