Day 13
Seems like a normal day to any other person. It's a Sunday so they're probably dreading the fact that the weekend is ending. I used to love Sundays. Cause I know that despite the fact that the weekend is almost over, I know that I would spend the next day with you. We'd lay around and do nothing, like we would when we're not together. But the difference was we WERE together. And it just makes even just bumming around so much better. But now that day comes to bite me in the ass. Now I dread Mondays like no one has before. An entire day looking for people to spend it with, trying to kill time, and acting like everything is a-okay. When it's not okay, and I don't want to kill time, and I don't wanna be with anyone else but you.
What sucks the most it that I bet it doesn't go both ways. I bet you'd wake up in the afternoon, not aware what day it is, try to play your games, or your music, think of what to eat, and by night you'd be spending it with the boys like you always wanted. I wouldn't even slip your mind unless someone asks about me, and if that ever happened, you'd answer as briefly as you can and then forget about me again. And I don't blame you nor do I hate you for being okay. It's more that I envy you. How you can lay around and do nothing, while I can't sit still for more than five seconds cause I'd go crazy. I envy how you laugh genuinely, while I laugh but think about you at the back of my head. It sucks for me that whenever I cry because I miss you, I wonder when was the last time you cried for me, let alone missed me.
It all boils down to one question. Why? As I look at the things you've left behind, and the things I tried to do to make you happy, I just can't wrap my head around why I wasn't enough. What didn't I do? Was it because I wasn't adventurous enough? Cause I swear to god I tried. I'm just not like that. I think of the consequences. I just can't live not thinking what's in store for me next. But I did try. Was it that? Was it because I was around all the time? Cause I didn't mean to smother you, it's just that our lives are too entwined to one another. We have the same of everything, and I did not intend for it to be that way. All I ever did was to make you happy. But I just can't seem to figure out what wasn't enough for you to want this as much as I did?
I can kill myself with these unanswered questions, and these nagging fears... but I won't. I just need to let it out somehow. I know you'll never read this cause you were never really interested to look at my blog, but maybe that's a good thing. I don't need you to care. I just need me to NOT care. I love you so much and I'll bet anything that you're aware of that. But something's telling me it's time to stop hoping that you'll figure things out. It's not fair to me. Besides, if you have your issues, you might probably never get over them. It's just a shame cause I really did love you. I still do. I can't imagine the day that I'll love you less. But some things aren't meant to be. Just because I can't not love you, it doesn't mean that I can't accept this fact.
I'm thankful that I learned to love this much. It makes me feel more human. I'll try to do it again to someone who fits with me. I mean, I always knew, coming into this, that it wouldn't always be good times. I knew it wasn't black and white. There are gray tones. I just didn't expect it to be this complicated. I thought that if you both want to make it work, that it would. But it's still not that simple. Sometimes it just doesn't work out. It's not meant to be. And it hurts for me to admit that. I guess I'm afraid to go through this again with someone else, but love just happens. We get over it. We live. It just seems like the hardest thing, but we were all built to survive it. So whatever happens, happens. I might not know what our future brings, but no matter what I know I'll be fine.