When you left, I didn’t think I could survive. Cause how could I? You were one of the most important person in my life. But I wasn’t to you.
Knowing this is a different than accepting it. Making a choice to let you go is actually very different than actually letting you go.
Cause that would entail letting go of all the good memories of you. And I am not sure what I would do if I let that go?
Would I still be the same? Your nonchalance really hurts more than ever. I blame myself for reading too much into yours actions. Somewhere along the line I forgot that nobody is irreplaceable. Maybe I thought that you would just take a little more time to replace me. But no…was it really so easy?
Was any of it ever real? Was it just me all this while? How could I be so blind for so long?
I guess, Some questions are destined to be unanswered?