One day, he asked me if I could give him another chance. We stood, face to face with each other. Eyes directed at him, in order for me to show that I am not afraid anymore. I need to make him think that I will never be the girl he wanted me to be.
He called my name again, trying to make me remember the sweet things he had done for me; telling me that if I go back, he promised he will treasure me this time... for sure.
I only smiled and said, "I gave you countless of chances; to make things work again. But you wasted all of it."
He didn't say anything for a second. He averted his gaze into another direction. "I thought you will never get tired of me," he said, almost whispering. It's like he's swallowing his cries and regrets for not being able to be the good man for me.
"I thought so, too," I replied, "I thought I could give you everything. I thought I could make you happy. I thought I could handle you." I hid my face using my hands to hide my silent tears. It's still hurting me. But no, this shouldn't be happening.I shouldn't be crying. I can't make him see these tears. I brushed it off and looked at him, straight in the eyes. "But I was wrong."
He was silent and so was I. I never knew this day would happen. I thought I could be happy by just making him happy. But I didn't even realize I am becoming someone who isn't me.
"I need to find myself again," I said and managed to leave him standing there alone.
"I still love you," I whispered regretfully, "but I need to love myself more."
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