he came last saturday night. we talked for two hours, well, half of it –there were a lot of ‘silences’ in between. i couldn’t believe he actually came to my place. i had been waiting for it, and in my mind i had rehearsed my lines. all the questions i wish he could answer for me, everything… but you know what, i got tongue tied.
he said sorry, for all the pain he’s caused. he said i should move on, be happy. he also told me how hurt he’s been, for all that’s happened. he said if he could bring back time, he would not have rushed.
you know what, i did what i had been telling myself not to do. i begged for another chance.
it just didn’t make sense. there was no other girl. he wasn’t happy at all. like me, he was also suffering. like me, he also felt lost. i wasn’t able to stop myself. i told him to take me back, and promised we’ll work things out, start from scratch…
as i was expecting, i got rejected. he felt hopeless. he just didn’t want to prolong the pain anymore.
it wasn’t a shock, but it still hurt.
i cried so hard.
how did i end up being a pathetic girl begging for someone else’s love?
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