I really feel like closing this chapter of my life. Its been too long and too late for anything else. As such, I think I am going to end this chapter with this. I just had to let it out. Finally.
I had been too immature, too impulsive and too playful. I provided you with a form of distraction from your problems while you provided me with a form of escape, escape from my failures.
We will never be together. There would be too many frustrations and too much anger. We were just too different and too apart. The result was the incessant clashing of characteristics and resulting arguments.
It was never meant to be exclusive but still, feelings are so damn hard to control. I was always waiting for something to happen and I was tired of it. I put on hold many things and yet, nothing happened. I was so tired of waiting and yet I continue to wait, and continued to get disappointed. I never told you what I wanted for fear of scaring you away and also to keep the times that we were together free from such nitty-critty matters. Finally I could not take it any longer. I was tired of holding my breathe.
I am glad that you hurt me actually. It just made me dead and force me to start from afresh again. I wanted to never get involved in such games again. I don think I can play by the rules.
This is it, no more dwelling into what happened again. THE END!