I haven't come to terms with how we ended our relationship.
I am often reminded of that night when everything crumbles. When i left the house, he didn't stop me at all. He just sat in the car with only the intention of watching me leave.
He didn't care. And for months, i just went on and on, needing to know if he ever really cared, or loved me, even.
I wondered how many women out there will put up with this shit.
At the end of the day, there is this little bastard called Hope. But hope works both ways.
I no longer hope that he comes back.
Without wanting to sound like a damsel in distress, i now hope that there's someone who will make me feel deserving of my heart.
Of late, he did try to keep in touch. Just today he texted me pictures of our cats and make little conversation. His actions, though, speaks otherwise. I know he wants to find his way back, but he's out there, still getting sucked into the materialism vortex.
I have walked down this path halfway. How can i look back?
He's not mine to save.
He will find his happiness and i will find mine someday.
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