I remeber there was a time when we used to make promises and talk about dreams. With both of you.
There was that time when we laughed. Carefree. With both of you. Why is it that one year can change so much in so many lives? Okay. That's not bad. But-
-I miss the time when I didn't have to be jealous of other girls, when a girl's name wouldn't be constantly on my mind, when I could enjoy being alone. Loneliness has its pros.
But do I prefer being single? Those last few weeks, I would have said 'yes' quite a lot if asked the same question many times at different periods. You haven't treated me right, too. I feel so frustrated sometimes. But then comes the time when I see you. Or hear your voice on the phone, or even read your message or your mail. And each of those make me equally happy. I feel elated, in fact. I just see or remember your face. And...
And I melt.
I want to break up. I can't stand being so much in love. I hate it. See? Tears welled up just now.
This is killing me. But I'm not stopping it. The exact moment I decide to end it, I picture your eyes in my mind. And it gets fucked up. Again.
So-
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