You

It’s another of those hours at night when you always manage to creep into my innermost thoughts, the ones which I always try to forget at dawn of the following day. I get tired, too. Forcing myself to put everything behind us now, but you know what? I always fail. Is this a call for sympathy? No. That is one thing I would never try to ask from you. This one is for myself.

For the longest time, I have been shut in with those few words released from your tactless mouth. My vulnerable being was trapped with the words I still hear in my mind which I now forgo. Forever.

I do not hate you not because I cannot, I just do not want to. You are a part of me, a fragment of my memory, one of the few things that make up my wholeness. You are someone I don’t regret meeting, one among the few who have come and have gone.

I do not love you. I could have been there. I could have stayed there. But I never did. I chose not to. I know I did the right thing.

Thank you.