i couldn't stop walking.
i'm afraid that if i stopped i might just break down
i figured that if i continued walking on and on
whatever bad happened would be left behind with my footsteps
but it turns out that
you do have to stop walking sooner or later
and everything will start rushing back.
i always felt that holding back was so much tougher that letting go
holding back,
in whatever sense you name it
was a feat compared to letting go
for me;
but i can't quite say the same about you,
can i?
no regrets?
'no regrets' i said.
promise?
'promise' i said.
are you happy?
'of course' i said.
now did i realise i didnt ask you.
and if i did now
would the answers be the same?
what ever happened to trusting?
i realised its not enough
believing is much more important
trust is just like paper walls
i can put my fist right through it,
but this time,
somebody else did it for me.
and god did the whole wall fall
crushing me.
the aircon never felt more cold
i guess because you weren't there anymore.
that's your problem.
never did i realise that it could become mine too.
'SORRY' for letting what happen happen
but i'm not sorry for what i did
because i knew it wasnt my fault
it never was
what you see might not be what really is
moreover
what you saw has no backing.
inference doesnt make conclusions.
perhaps the truth might.
but would you listen,
to the truth?
i hope you would.
would start believing.
step forward once again after stepping back for the first time
because i just cannot let you go.
i BELIEVE you can't too.
i always did.
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