I don't know what's so funny about me being sad about a breakup. About leaving someone I truly loved once. I've returned everything. I've apologized. Yes, you all can say another sob story by the gold digger. Easy to say, difficult to feel isn't it?
I never cheated on him. I didn't gold dig. I didn't lie about anything.
I just loved. But it wasn't enough. I just want you to know, I tried. You may not have seen it, but I tried. Those nights I spent with you till the wee hours even though I had barely enough time to sleep for internship the next day, I tried. I tried my best to spend all my available time with you, make things for you to surprise you. Those times when you told me you needed me to be more loving and expressive, I tried my best. Yes, you did a lot, you were the best. Your friends who support you will definitely mock at this, laugh at this, devalue this. You made so much sacrifices for me, but so did I. Maybe not obviously, but I did. I tried.
That last look I glanced upon your eyes,I knew, you didn't love me anymore. Call me melodramatic if you must, laugh at me if you must. But this pain, is beyond what I can articulate or pen down in words. This very pain that everyone is mocking me for, is so real, so tangible, so heart breaking, so heart wrenching.
If you've lost someone you've loved so much before, maybe you'll empathize. Just maybe. Otherwise, just mock away it's nothing new, haven't I been just a source of pathetic emotional mess of entertainment, scorn and accusations?
This was never anyone's fault. Just simply, wrong timing. We weren't meant to be.
