WITHDRAWAL SYNDROME

Should I resist and keep myself from the truth—that despite the pain you’ve caused, the deceptive goodbye, my love for you still stays? But no, I told myself not to be fooled anymore. And this isn’t Pride talking. You made me eat that since the first goodbye.

Back then I knew I was ready to be parted from you. You said it’s not what you wanted. Guess that was the worst lie we both had to deal with. And it came from you. But who knows: I could be lying myself when I said I was ready. For after that first farewell, wasn’t I just too willing to take you back?

It’s awful to end up like this—our passion turned to hatred. You could’ve made it easier by slamming me with the truth—and when I was most guarded.

When the person you thought you could trust the most turns to bite your hand, every part of you feels the pain. I became pain. An abortion of dreams suddenly trashed where nothing comes back.

But with the same deception, the faster I heal. Why would I waste any more time when you have made turning back no longer an option worth looking forward to? I’m really laughing now. While I had been very stupid to hope against hope that your words would finally find truth, there I was justifying a failed relationship that never was. Haha.

Ahh, but life goes on. We have had our chance. Now it’s just goodbye.

And I’m OK now. Stronger and wiser, thanks to you.