more often that not, a single tale can be told as many
times as the number of characters involved..
who i am is not imporant, here is my story..
~
i would be lying if i told that what happened was not
entirely unexpected.. although somewhere back on my mind, i somehow wished that
i was wrong..
yeah, i was wrong..
i was wrong in hoping to wish that i was wrong..
a few weeks back, i thought that something was not
right.. nothing more than a hunch, a faint whisper of alarm, a feeling of unease..
i decided to take a look because in the past, such things were really more
complicated than how they initially appeared..
but i told myself that if anything would happen, i would
be one of the first ones to know.. so i ignored it, reasoning that i might be
just thinking too much and being paranoid again..
then suddenly i felt that you became cold towards me.. i
did one check, relying on a source of information that hasn’t failed me
before.. i instinctively know exactly where to go, whom to ask, and where to
look.. it took nothing more than a glance and everything just fell into place..
i somehow amazed myself that considering how things
turned out, it is not as devastating as i expected it to be.. last time, i
almost broke my right hand, tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably,
chain-smoked two packs of cigarette, wandered aimlessly in the rain for several
hours, drunk about three liters of alcohol, and wished that i wouldn’t wake up
the next day..
i’d be lying to myself if i’d said that i’m ok, i’m fine,
there’s definitely nothing wrong with me, because it hurts.. it hurts so much
that i’ve gotten numb.. being numb means that i don’t need to inflict any form
of external pain to mask what i feel inside.. being numb prevented me from
shedding a single tear.. being numb enabled me to retain my wits to tell me
that smoke and alcohol would not fill this void inside me.. being numb allowed
me to have a vestige of control on the lingering bits of sanity that i have
left..
looking back on the last three years, two weeks, and five
days, i do admit that in many things i was wrong and i somehow kept on
repeating past mistakes.. thinking on all of the events that led to this day, i
just can’t help but to feel that i should have said more and done more that i
already did.. but now, i do think that it is indeed too late for regrets..
right now, i am just wishing that i would be told
clearly, not just left relying in vague hints, obvious lies, and feigning
ignorance to learn exactly where i stand.. after everything i did, i do think
that i deserve at least that much..
do forgive me if i assume that i was intentionally left
out and hoped that i won’t find out anything.. it that was your intention, then
that just means that you didn’t really know me, misjudged me, and i do think
that what happened was for the better.. if not, then i do apologize for
accusing you of doing something like that..
anyway, thanks for everything (whatever those things
might have been)..
for now, i will just quietly disappear..
although one day, i would expect my phone to ring and
would get the same message that i was so used on receiving..
would i answer it?? would i just ignore it??
only time will tell..
~
was i afraid
of something like this?
i was.
am i angry?
yes.
do i feel
hate?
of
course.
will i suffer?
definitely.
my chains are
broken.
once
more.
~
be happy.
~fin