20th june.
he is here.
buried buried buried in his arms.
never letting go off him.
and for a change, he is holding on me, like he'll never let go.
"i hope you're happy..."
that familiar smell.
that voice.
his casual laughter.
his justifications- why he chose not to tell me that he loves me. ..how he had to be responsible and act like an adult.
how he now feels that i indeed deserved a fair chance. that he took awa my fair 50%
how a girlfriend is differnt from the one you love.
how difficult it is to take care of him.
his scars.
he does not want me to share his burden. so he says. he does not think its fair.
he now feels he treated me wrong.
that if only there was time.
he'll give up anyone he is with to be with me if circumstances permit that in the future ever.
he says he wont think twice.
he was scared he would feel for me more than he has ever felt for anyone.
and he pushed me away.
because he felt it wouldnt work out, that he would be hurt, it would be unfair.
he is right.
and he tells me this today.
long since i have ceased to be.
:)