I wondered if all of those times you had spent with me, you were happier more than ever. That every time we get to argue, it's just something we can go through hand in hand. That eventually, it'll be the origin for hilarity to invade our moments when we can't really figure things out that efficiently.
So I waited.
When your mind is filled with thoughts made by broken people around us, I waited until we become more qualified to stay and stand. But uncertainty numbed you, I guess you didn't feel me after all this time.
I guess you never really understand how much I'm prepared to wait for the best time you're telling me.
But
All I can say now is that I anticipated.
And
I grew tired as you get better without me.
It was numbing.
Pierce me all you want, but know that it won't make me bleed anymore. It's not that I neglect pain but I have nothing to keep back then so don't be surprised if I have nothing left to give now.
Love, we were better off without.


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