I can’t believe I could ever post again in this blog. It’s almost a year. I tried to untangle myself from you but I failed. It’s hard to wrestle with my heart.
I’m sorry if I made you believe that your version is okay with me. But I’ve been consistent in voicing out that I’m hurting so bad with your brand of love. But you see, I endured those years of struggle and pain. I gave it a try because… it’s you. I don’t get it why you fear so much doing only one simple thing that I’ve ever asked from you. Is my three years of enduring and staying not enough to give you courage?
If I have shown resistance it’s because of fears and limitations. Fears and limitations brought by your nonactions. I’ve waited for three looooong years. Even now, I still am. You don’t know the pain of seeing you leave again and again. But I guess you don’t love me that much, asta lang ko sa Internet. And that will always hurt me. I can’t do anything about it.
I want a new brand of love or at least an upgraded version of it. How can I take care of you if your version does not allow me to? True love will do anything for the relief of the other. Is it unfair to put an end to the old version that makes you cry day and night?
And you know what, because of your nonactions I keep on thinking that maybe it’s not me. Or that you deserve someone who is right there beside you and can take care of you. Someone who is your friend and you really enjoy being with; someone whom you really really love with a love that can wake you up and make you stop dreaming and make you act in reality; someone who will never ever gonna hurt you.
I’m sorry for these selfish thoughts. It just hurts me so that I’m not there for you, that you’re with someone else instead of me. It’s better if we meet halfway. And as long as you choose the old version, remember how I feel. I can stay as long as I’m needed, as long as I still can. But if I can’t take it anymore, I’ll show some mercy to my heart too.
Take time to realize and to put yourself on my part. I know very well your background, I understand you. But consider how I feel too. It seems like I’m always on the edge of forgetting everything because of the pain. Let me know you more so I can prove to myself that we share the same values.
I’m sorry for the wrong timing of venting out all of these. But I have to let them out before it’s too late. I choose to stay and help you.
