I didn't know what to do anymore.
My chest hurts. It hurt so bad I could go crazy just thinking about it. That was how strong my love for you was, it crushed me, just wanting you to be by my side.
How could I convince you to get back to me?
I repeatedly asked myself like a crude imitation of a broken record.
Wasn't this been going on long enough?
I've been so patient with you. Yet, you never say what you want. Never gave me a sign, just to say that it was okay to fight for it.
And in this midst of a burning crisis, were you even aware that we were almost in the end? It was our end. Would you keep smiling without worry?
Was I just being weak?
Were you way too strong? Too strong to hide your unrest and easily reject me?
"Hen, you didn't touch your food," she asked, smiling oh so obviously.
"Have you ever wondered?" I asked, intead.
"Wonder about what?"
