I decided to leave my old and almost happy home when I fell for you. And you, well, you decided to leave me. You took my love and now you are gone. You left taking important parts of me and discarding them along the way. Another one of your decisions that increased my sorrow and wish to flee. But how could I even get away if my strength went with you? I guess I will never be the same since I fell for you. And now what can I do? What can I be when all I feel is that I am a fool? A fool still in love with you.Time seems to do me no good. I think about what could have been and desires that won’t happen. I must find them a hiding place somewhere. Probably behind my tears, where I hide myself everyday.
It is just too hard and maybe quite too unacceptable to admit the misery of my heart and the pain in my head.
Not to mention the hurt on my guts for I just can’t seem to be able to swallow my mosaic-ish pride.
Yes, my pride was hurt, but is it so hard to mend? Cannot quite decide that yet since I am a fool, a fool in love with you. And that is my decision.
“Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide.” (Napoleon Bonaparte)