Precipice

And so I've proven it haven't I? That you really didn't love me as much as you thought you did.

Of course I'm going to write nonsense stuff in here. Do you think I'll admit it to the whole wide fucking world that I'm barely surviving without you?

I hope you're doing this for a damn good reason. I hope you're not playing with my feelings. I hope you're not blindly following what other people told you. If you think we're over, tell it to me. Tell me I'd never reply to you again. Tell me you'd never want to see me again. You and your talk of openness. Who's the one being left in the dark now?

At least I was honest to you. I was clear in my intentions. I told you I needed to go away because I wanted to know how I really feel for you. It didn't take me long really to find that out but I kept my control because I wanted to be sure. I didn't want this to happen again. I told you, this is for the best of our relationship.

And when I realized that there was no point in prolonging this issue - when I realized that maybe you're hurting like me - that's when I tried to communicate with you but then you never replied.

I'll give you a day. If you changed your number, I think I deserve to know the new one. You should have told me, as a matter of courtesy.

I'll give you a day. If you don't reply then perhaps this is it.

Don't dismiss me for the sake of dismissing me. Don't hurt me just because you want to get even. Don't make me run to you just for the sake of making me run - is that your idea of love? If it comes true from your heart then I'll accept it.

Just tell me when it's over. Give me the clarity that I gave you. Just that, so I'll know the next thing I'll do.

Because I don't want to be here in this state anymore, and that's why I texted you in the first place.