i loved him with an admiration that made me feel incomplete yet never wanting to let go for i knew i was complete with him. i loved him with a fierce embrace that made me feel strong and wise and maternal. i loved him with a desperation that made me feel helpless, fragile and under his control. i loved him...
i never asked for too much. i only needed him to carry my pain just because it was too much for me to bear. i only needed him to hear my pleas, those silent screams of desperation, just because i wanted to keep our boat afloat. i only needed him to let down his guard just because i can't contain my own anymore. i needed him to be strong enough not to let me go. i needed him to grow-up, to be a man... even for the least chances. but for the least of all chances, he left me hanging. he wasn't there. he never was.
i loved him. and he loved me... but only less. period.
this could have been posted several months ago but i haven't really had the courage to publicly announce what should be kept private. or so i thought. but duh!! as if the total world population reads my blog.
haha.
no fuss, i never finished writing this anyway. needless to say, the bastard wouldn't care.
i am totally aware that i should have opted the choice of not posting this. but why suppress the only thing that could free me?ΓΌ
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