We have given up the things we thought that matters to us. Now we're left with empty words and broken thoughts of what could've been if both of us aren't too shy, prideful, nor coward to say what we needed to say. We've let our own ego destroy what's best to us by stealing away the thing we're both good at: expression.
We have (or I did) raised questions (to myself) with answers that I know I couldn't answer on my own. I have let them imprison and bind me from pushing forward for the thing I would not (or would I?) regret later on. Sure that those differences and incompatibilities are nothing compared to what I believed we've reached simply by talking. And we haven't even made much "deeper" connections yet.
But I guess it's too late to think about it all now. Despite of all the things we wanted to say, despite our urge to speak out, despite our desire to be heard, we ended everything in an absurd way: in silence.
Labels: letting go, relationship