Wasn’t my love enough that he could leave me but not his feelings?
Love? It is as simple as complicated as it could be. We want things that we fear. However, what an irony it is that things that gives us the most pleasures are scary as shit.
What love can do to us, is unpredictable.
We can be understanding yet unreasonable. The binaries like the sweetest and the worst can co-exists in us. He was no different from this league.
For me, he was “The one”. He was the most chivalrous guy I had ever met. To make me feel special, he would always go out of his comfort zone and think out of the box. If only I had seen the other side of his. As quick and beautifully it started, things ended just too badly. It would have been possible to stay together if only it wasn’t just me trying. One sided efforts don’t succeed.
I know he loves me but I can’t understand why he is withdrawing himself from me.
Things had been worse but what can not be solved by working on together. Everything about me does affect him and it’s quite evident from his actions, inspite of his pretense of I don’t or rather never existed for him .
He is the stranger I know too much about and yet nothing.
He is the one who pushed me away. But now when things are not happy as they should have been, why is he feeling so bad about it? He is the one who didn’t want any attachments yet my absence from his life is bothering him so much. He is the one to hurt me then why is he trying to get by my side to help me heal?
Space, freedom he needed all of this but he craved for the love, the belongingness but without being committed.
Why does he not understand that I can’t recover from the scars he gave, with his help? Why does he act to be so concerned when actually he hates me for everything?
