Life has taken a crazy toll on me. And today, I became the bad person who wrecked things apart.
I told him that we had to cut clean, and with that instant hurtful look on his face, my heart shattered into pieces - how I wished I can take back my words, really. I cried for so long, so long. I didn't even know if I'll ever be able to stop, if my tears would ever dry up.
Knowing that I'm hurting the person I love most, it's just .. it's just, so heartbreaking. He pleaded and begged me for another chance, but I insisted with my decision that he didn't do anything wrong, and if we were meant to be together, we will be together.
And honestly, deep beneath this is a decision that I never ever want to make. This is like the last resort that I'll ever turn to. I broke down so hard, and he held me quietly in his arms, kissing my head, shushing me, wiping my overflowing tears, patting my back gently and calming me down.
On the way back home, I didn't cry in the car but the instant I entered the shower and reality hits me again - I couldn't even differentiate whether they are tears or water flowing down my cheeks anymore.
I don't think I'll be able to go to bed tonight, because I've been so used to having him tucking me in for the past two years now. And from today onward, nobody's gonna call me baby anymore.
...
Maybe, in another time and space, we are still happily together.
