thepsychologyofher

  She used to love what he was. It felt it will scare the hell out of you... that what if you won't find someone better. That what you have now was the best even though it feels like you might find someone better, the fear always creeps in. There are questions left unanswered but you decide anyway that if it was 'it', it wouldn't really have come to this end of the rope. and you weighed all but there is nothing left to make you stay. and you decide it is just another mistake. That there are people in this world whom you have to meet so you will be prepared enough when you met the real one. and then you got to learn more about yourself on the process You get bruised. burned. scarred. So you leave. carrying nothing with you. You would wait for someone. That soul who will tell you that you can go anywhere , be anyone with him ... and it will just be a matter of going. And so you left.

“No we didn’t date. Technically, he wasn’t an ex-boyfriend but he was an ex-something, an ex-maybe, an ex-almost.” How can I tell you of a story when I did not know when it started and when it ended. If we look at it, is there something that started that needs to end. If there was, what was it that we started. Is there something that we should end. What is there really? There was never an us in the equation. It was just me and you. In those cold bitter nights stolen from the monotony of each other's lives. and mostly me half-expecting a phone call. A message A knock on the door. but there wasn't any of that. would you have wanted me to chase after you that I would hope for something that is not there all along I have been through this a thousand times before and I never learn Did it also ever occur to you that I would beg for your time, for an explanation of the shape my heart is in? I know it is not possible. That it would not happen and it should not. Didn't you ever thin...