Pain is temporary but the scars remain. Severely damage by the words
"Everything is fine"
"No one is changing"
***
Deep inside her heart, she felt something isn't right about their relationship. It's been 3 days after their last meeting.
"Something is not right, but what is it?", she asked herself.
After days passed, she texted him saying; Good Night love, 🌹
I miss you.
Something is not right somehow. And it keeps bothering her. She barely sleep.
Again, she cries. Tears;
"Sometimes...
Her tears don't come from her trying to hold
on or from her trying to let go
Sometimes...
It has nothing to do with her "knowing" and
everything to do with her "not knowing"
Not knowing what his true intentions are
Not knowing if he actually care or if this is just
A game to him
It's her frustration with being emotionally suck
In the middle of his inconsistencies
That are eating her up inside
"Should i stay or should i go?"
"What if i leave and he really does care...will i
Ruin everything?"
"What if i stay just to later find out the joke is
On me?"
Sometimes...not knowing is the worst place to be"
Mr. Amari Soul
The dark circle under her eyes proved that she's lacking her sleep, waiting for an answer. She asked repeatedly, why? What's wrong? Did i do something wrong? She asked herself and she asked him. The only word come out from his mouth is;
"Nothing's wrong, everything's okay"
It is hard for her, he put her in a situation where by she felt like it is completely her fault. She texted him, he replies as if she's no longer needed. She feels like giving up.
"When a strong woman finally give up, it's not
Because she's weak or because she no longer
Loves her man
To put in the simplest term... She's just tired
She's tired of the games
She's tired of the sleepless nights
She's tired of feeling like she's all alone
and the only one trying
She's tired..."
Mr. Amari Soul
YOU ARE READING
The girl who love too hard, and the guy who wants to walk away.
RomanceHe ignores her. As if she is no longer exist. Without knowing why, she was abandoned.
