By: Patricia Baguio Maybe this is part of moving on: recalling what should have been and eventually realizing there’s no sense of replaying the scenes over my head. I am torn between forgetting and saving what could still be saved. I am confused whether to initiate the apology or wait for him to come over with a bunch of roses telling me it’s his fault. Every day, the pain becomes lethal. The anger intensifies.
I deactivated my Facebook account and erased all the contacts that might lead me to him. So just in case I gave up in this chasing game, I have no choice but to wait for him to look for me. If not, maybe he did not love me that much. And it’s a waste of effort and time fighting for someone who can’t even say sorry, who can’t even learn from his past mistakes and who doesn’t care about what I want and how I feel. It’s a hard to wait, but it’s harder to put down your sword and give up. Pride kills the relationship, in the same way, being a martyr does. The choice is yours. Now I choose to wait. I just hope, with fingers crossed that he’ll still find his way back.
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