A Twist of Fate and A Time

Burning Bridges

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for breaking the "promises" I made four years ago, for the cold treatment, for "changing".

I'm sorry that your tiny brain couldn't grasp the reality of my goodbye and the "offer" to stay "friends".

If we were such good friends, then tell me: Why couldn't you understand that I need to let go? You know I'm that kind of girl who can be drawn to another guy at any time. As if a mutual understanding could hold my feelings back and make me behave. You knew better yet you chose me anyway.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of your childish attempts to get me back. You have no claim over me. All we have is a messy and ambiguous bond. Heck, you didn't even bother to put a label.

I'm tired of this secret shebang. It all started excitingly, but as the months tread on, I realized that there was no point in holding on.

Let's face it. This isn't the best time. We have grades to raise, family to save face, and personal problems to fix. There's no time for us. There's even no need of an "us". Why? Because I no longer like you. I no longer need you.

Get your own life. Learn to rise from the ashes of the fire that consumed you. I know you can do better than being naive and callow. You may look back on this moment with a sigh but I'm sure that deep in your heart, you'll whisper "She was right all along."