There he stood. In front of me. Asking me to forgive him. What i replied, you may ask:
-"I have waited 11 months for this and now you think is the time to ask for my forgivness? No. I dont forgive you. I gave you my heart, and you broke it. Its your own fault that your not getting a second chance."
He said im pushing him away.
"Yes i am pushing you away. Maybe im scared, but im doing this to protect myself. I have enough problems in my life, i dont need you to be another one."
Disapointed he walks away. I on the other hand smile because not only have i lost him forever, i've lost myself too and knowing this i laughed knowing that finally there was nothing more keeping me here.
I look down. I think its time. I smile and this time it was real. Not a fake smile, a real one because i knew in a matter or seconds this pain would finally end. It would end. Today.
"Goodbye World". I whispered. I looked down and jumped. I jumped to my death but also to my freedom. Where there would be no more pain.
Finally i was home. Finally i could live.
By me.
