Truth Untold

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Epilogue: Epiphany

Goodbye was never really a goodbye. It was never really an end to anything we ever had, not when everything still reminded me of you. It was never a goodbye on my part, because I never had the chance to bid my own goodbye.

But sometimes, it did not take mutual decision to part. After all, no message is a message, too.

There were times I asked myself if what we had was truth or mere white lies you told because you just loved to play me like that. There were times I wanted to ask if you ever really loved -- liked -- me. Was those love you glorified really for me? Were you really in love or did you just hate the thought of being on your own? Sigh, you were never really on your own. Maybe those weren't love. Just mere infatuation of the new toy that was still shining brightly. It got dull after a while. I got dull and you moved on.

Or maybe, just a tad bit of maybe, what we had once was love. Just ain't enough to beat the odds that were against us.

Because if it wasn't love, what was there to explain the way his hand found its place on top of my head? If it wasn't love, what was that one time you made a stop at my office even though you kinda didn't have to?

So maybe the only explanation my poor heart can take is;
He cares about me. He still does and few years from now on I'd still think he still will. It's inevitable, really, but something remained can't be together no matter how hard we try. Just because one left, doesn't make me any less worthy of. Him leaving doesn't portray my kindness. You may not understand this now, but one day you will. One day, we will thank ourself for keep walking even though it hurt to the bone. One day, we will thank him for passing through my path and walking together for some time. One day, we will see why this didn't work out but soon enough it will, so don't worry you pretty little mind. He cares about me and that's why he had to walk away. He does, he still will.

Nothing is certain though. He might love me, he might not. There are some truths yet to be revealed, but until whenever can be;

Farewell.

For good this time.

Goodbye, Efrain Harris. Thank you for your time. I enjoyed your company but it'd probably do us good for you to walk away.

Best of luck and lots of love.

Warmest regards,
Constance Clairé.