What happened?

Uncontrollable circumstances and factors dictated and caused these things to happen. I thought I was in control of the situation, but I was wrong.

Looking back, I thought, we were just at our usual "avoiding phase." I thought there was nothing serious to get worried about, but I was wrong-- I was terribly wrong.

I gave you space, more room for you to move; this, for me, was what you needed, and again, I was wrong. It was rather what I wanted. I don't want my happiness to be based on something or someone, and this was slowly happening to me. I depended on you too much. To make things worse, people see us as one entity; we lost our individuality-- one can never be happy without the other, one should be beside the other to find comfort and happiness. I dread for these things to happen. I had to take action, and moving away from you was my best option: my last resort.

My action took its toll. No problem was solved. We moved further, away from each other. And to top it all, you became mad at me. Rumors grew, speculations were made, and you believed on them all; without even trying to consult me. I was badmouthed; issues were made about what happened to us. But I'm taking a firm stand, and I believe to none of those. We should know better; I trusted you to believe on me, but I was wrong.

Things already got worse between the two of us. I made the first move to clear things out, but your mind was already made up. That was all I can do.

Just when things are starting to fall into their right places, I realized that nothing was really right. Everything was a disaster, and we can do nothing about that. I don't regret the wonderful (and even the awful) things that happened when we were together, but its time to take the first step to moving on. We need not to say our goodbyes and lock our doors; I'm keeping mine open.

I will not say goodbye but goodnight. Take a rest; we both need it. When we wake up, our minds will be cleared, ready to make more noble decisions. Right now, we cannot just let our emotions dictate our actions. Goodnight my sleeping beauty; It saddens me that it is not my kiss that woke you up, but it has rather put you to sleep.

Pogssz
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