You might be wondering why the smiles changed to blank faces, butterflies changed to awkward situations and the late night chats faded in the darkness of the night.
I wonder too. I don’t know how I feel or what I would say to you if we were ever to exchange words. Should I thank you for teaching me to be myself? (Definitely the hard way) Or should I be mad at you for creating a world for me and slipping away leaving me alone there?
I don’t know if you ever wonder about what we used to be but I do… sometimes. I won’t deny I miss you being there, even though doing nothing, just the thought of you being there was enough for me. Now, I feel empty; empty but happy to quit being the piece of puzzle that didn’t fit in your life.
I must be selfish to want the temporary warmth for the cold that had frozen me before. I thought the fire would last. I’m sorry I didn’t notice under the veil of my vanity that for you, the spark had died. The fire was gone.
I miss you but I don’t regret what happened because neither could you fit in the piece of my puzzle, nor could I, even though if we were to try for eternity.
I don’t know anything right now, whether writing this is a good idea, or even thinking what I think is a right. I’m torn between the right and the wrong though I know one thing. Hey you, the awkward silences are more awkward than it sounds and the fake smiles are tearing me apart.