You just waltzed back into my life like you supposed/deserved to be here or something. I kept waiting for you, but it’s too late now, I gave you more than enough chances to make things right yet you didn’t. You know what? You don’t have all the time in the world, it’s not like I’m gonna wait for you forever, there is limit to my forbearance too. When you leave, I ain’t following. I opened myself up to you for a couple of times to get myself cut. I got to be moving on without you. I’m sorry but I can’t put myself through all those pain again, and let you make me look like a fool. You can’t erase the past, those hurt and tears that were caused by you, I did not lie or push you away but what about you?
You won’t understand how I feel even if you’ve been through worse, and if it’s hard for you, it’s even harder for me.
Trust me, I did not even want to force you into anything or do anything, so I did not want to tell your Godpa what happened, I did not want him to reprimand you for anything and get you pressurized to do anything. Everything you do should be willingly, not forced. I don’t want you to think that I’m some ninny that complains to your Godpa when there is some issue between us and get you into some scolding, that’s really not I want. Please, I wish that you won’t think of me as some missy, because I’m not. It’s our problem, it’s between us and we gotta solve it ourselves. In truth, maybe I’m just not yet ready to cross those obstacles build in front of me to you. If we’re really meant to be, we’ll find each other some how, one day, and I may just fall for you, like how it was before.
P.S There is no grief like a goodbye.