Maybe...
That's such a hard word to hear, isn't it? It's like not fully pulling the band-aid, hurting half of your skin. It's like you were left in the shore during a tsunami, but you won't die, just suffer.
And when that special someone says it.... Maybe I love you, maybe I don't. That must hurt like hell. I mean, I've never felt it. But I imagine it very much.
When I had to break his heart, I did know that I had to break the truth. The naked, raw truth. And when I did, oh, it hurt like hell. I felt like the devil himself came and made me pass through it. But again, I don't believe in a devil, a satan. So I guess that was just fucking Karma.
But most importantly, that felt like the right thing to do. We couldn't continue that. We had to part ways. But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt.
It's just that a "maybe" hurts more than a "no".
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Non-FictionThis story is my own personal space to write whatever the hell I want. This is basically what I think, thought or will think. Feel free to read what is always passing through my mind. Maybe you'll understand me, maybe not. Read at your own risk.
