Then it happened again.
Just when I thought that the first was already a missed chance. And it was the first and the last time I'll ever see you. Yes, there were regrets. Of not initiating the first move. And I've just let you slipped away. And the torpe in me won.
Then days after..here you are again. Doing the stolen glances and usual stares I've caught you doing before. If only weren't on some PUV, I've pushed you on the wall, draw my face close to yours and ask you "what do you really want?" in pure seduction.
But we're on this PUV. And there are no walls, and I no longer have the guts to ask you or anyone such. And I'm tired of the usual glances and winking. I'm tired doing the first move, and I'm tired pursuing anyone.
So I'm letting you slip away again. For the second time around.
But this time..
..with no regrets.Labels: letting go, realization, relationship