I’ve done it again. I pushed someone away. Someone who meant a lot to me. Someone I wanted to stay.
I thought it will last. We’ve been together for quite a long time now. I’m not afraid to say that I can see a future with him. But I let my fears take over.
A misunderstanding. A pretty simple one that I have blown out of proportion. It is after-all, my best talent. I just have a knack of pushing people away, once I get to show them my vulnerable side.
I lost him. I lost the person I love. Because I let my fears surface. Because my trust wavered. Instead of understanding and asking for explanation, I jumped into conclusions. Apparently, I am not yet “cured” of my fears.
I bailed out on him instead of him bailing out on me.
I love him. But I have also hurt him. No amount of sorry can bring him back. He decided not to, despite me swallowing my pride and saying that I still want him beside me.
I screwed up. Big time.
And I have no one to blame but myself… My incurable feeling of being inadequate… My fear of being not good enough for anyone.
As I cry myself to sleep tonight, I can only dream of the what-have-been’s… It’s the only thing I have left.