On Letting Go

I waited.

I really did waited.

Yet, we're still at square one. Or worse, I think we're not even in the game anymore.

Honestly, I was disappointed.

But I don't blame you. I was the one putting on hopes that things might actually turn out right.

Who wouldn't be? The consistent meeting ups, you postponding your trip back to your hometown, movies in the middle of the week, and those lip-locks...

Maybe I am that naive...

But I've had enough. I saw what you did. I won't be a bitch and demand an explanation. After all I never asked to become your boyfriend. Never was. It was only me who think that we're going to be an item. It's just one-sided. And I never succeeded in turning it both ways.

So... I'm walking away. I should have been long ago, but I still clinged to that tiny hope of mine that you're not who everyone said you are. I'm letting go. I won't wish for the happily ever after endings between us anymore. Whatever we will ended up as, I'm not keeping anymore expectations.

I don't have to say anything. I'm not going to say anything. I never said that 3 words. Maybe french kiss doesn't mean anything to you. But if you do come back to me one day, I'm just saying you left a scar in my heart. It never healed, never will. Rest assured, I'll still remember you. As a friend.

I'm letting go...

I'm keeping my options open now.