Confession

It was weird when he confessed. I remember when i was talking; explaining myself. Why i didn't think it would work out. That i was attached to another. I thought it wasn't such a big deal. How long can someone's crush last? I mean, i'm a different person from the one he first liked. I could've changed for the worst. I didn't hold back, i gave him the truth.

And then he shut off.

Man, it was weird. So fascinating to see how people can change in the blink of an eye. The measures they will take to protect themselves from getting hurt, or to prevent someone else from getting hurt. I don't know. He told me that he can't hang out with me anymore, for he's a bitter one, and he doesn't want that negativity spreading to me.

If i were to give it a metaphor, it would be like chopping your arm off so that you won't starve. Except this isn't a live or die situation. Maybe more of an emotional sense.

As i sat there crying, not wanting to leave because that would be the last time i would see him for all the years i've known him.

And then i got to think about it. If he's liked me all this while. Then the person that i've known the past few years...it weren't really him. I think i've already let go long ago, got used to his absence; i've known that things would never be the same when he left.

And it will never be the same again.


Jwen.