Maybe, today really is a bad day.
I stayed up late almost the whole night – waiting for any signs of
communication from him. But, then, nothing came. I know why, I disappointed him
AGAIN.
I didn’t want to disappoint him.
I never forgot. I just wanted him to know that maybe, I didn’t want to care
anymore. He always tried to understand me. He always tried to show me that he
cared. But, sometimes, I don’t seem to notice that he does. Or maybe, I didn’t
want to see that he always does.
Look, I was sorry for what I did.
But, then, it didn’t seem to work anymore. If I will lose him this time and if
he’s saying goodbye, then, maybe that’s it. Maybe, all I’m waiting for are his
decisions – for me… for us.
Or maybe, I was just tired. Tired
of those angry stares at us every time we’re together. Tired of those whispers
behind our backs every time we hold hands. Tired of the talks, the pretensions,
the snobs, the unending questions about us. They never seem to let us be. I
wished it all just ended – because what they never noticed was, they break my
heart every time they come up.
I don’t want to say that I’m
tired of him. I never was. Well, sometimes, I do. Sometimes, I didn’t want to
care. That’s the truth. Maybe, I was tired. Of course, I love him. But, maybe
he’s right. I’m not yet ready to commit. I didn’t want to understand his
commitment. There were promises. He did all he could to make me believe. But, I
didn’t. I never wanted nor tried to believe in them.
I broke his heart again. I always
do. And when it’s done, I would find myself being torn apart for what I did.
I know he didn’t want to hurt me.
He just wanted me to understand – or maybe, to care for what we both shared.
But, I couldn’t even stand for the both of us. I couldn’t even answer back when
he’d tell me he loves me. Maybe, he doesn’t even believe that I love him too.
I can’t earn his trust because
I’m not giving him mine. I can’t take commitments. I can’t even fight for what
I feel about him. I’m just letting everything die.
When I don’t want to talk
anymore, he would think it was his fault again. He would think he wasn’t able
to make things right. He would think he always messed things up. Truth is it
had been me all along. I was always the one who’s messing things up for the
both of us. I wish I didn’t get so stupid or so dumb when I’m in love.
The real thing is that: I’m not
ready for serious things yet. And, maybe, I never really cared that much – as
much as he did for me.
Here I go again, hurting myself.
I don’t want these to happen. I just wanted to be happy with him, but I never
did things the right way.
I know he never meant it to
happen this way. I know how much he cared. Then, maybe, if I don’t deserve him
anymore, he could just tell me. He loves me and I love him. But, I don’t deserve
him if I always mess things up – like this.
I never seemed to learn. I’d hurt
him at one time, I say sorry. He’d forgive me. And then, I’d end up doing the
same thing all over again. I don’t tell him what I feel. I try to let go and
then end up asking him to stay. I always make him confused like what’s
happening now. I wish I wasn’t so stupid.
Reality check: I am stupid. Why
does it always take me a long time to admit that I am?
I wish I could just prove it when
I say that I love him. Maybe, in some way, I could still make him love me and
stay in love that way.