Before you read any further, I just want to say that I am not proud of writing this.
And, as far as, the WHY I am bringing this today is concerned; It is solely because I need to spill the beans evenly on the table.
For the sake of better clarity. For the sake of justice in unjustness, fairness on unfair bias-ness.
For the sake of impartiality, and more importantly to move on.
I have, have to let the words flow; have, have to let the feelings follow.
. . .
I must be the legend of the break-ups.
A Picaso of ‘Letting go ‘ sorts.
I confess, I have had many failed relationships, so..… many.
Sure, I broke hearts. Seemingly, manipulated with feelings and just walked away without a scratch.
And for all intents and purposes & inhumanely, in all likelihood — no fucks given.
This, this right here, presumably could be one version, the one side of the story, isn’t it?
Perhaps yours’ side.
And Theirs.
. . .
On the other hand or say, what about — I have justly swallowed the pain that the deafening vacuum, the pleased misunderstandings, the mocking dilemmas and the ill allegations had swimmingly created.
What about lugging all the weighing judgements, the criticisms, the hard slap of uncooked blames and opinions, however, still walking & wandering the empty aisle, in restless, utter silence. Not to mention, what about the badly wailing, waiting me, in hopes of the day to arrive whenin, i could recuperate from The End Of The ‘Moving On’ Game, once and for all.
p.s. not blaming anybody here, not even trying to justify myself.
More or less, unpacking all the condensed emotions and denuding vulnerability.
Lastly, to those who left the thread of my life, remember, you are all beautiful, beautiful
souls here.
For all one knows, It might just be, the fault in our stars thing.
Vale.
🙂 🙂