Finally...
I guess I did the right thing this time.
That's why it hurts this much.
You were the one person who loved me the right way,
who cared for me with no expectations,
who held my hands like they were your world;
And when I cried, you made sure that you were there
to hold me tight in the dark
when all people, except you, didn't get my way of thinking.
You took me as I am,
kept me grounded when I felt like rebeling against the world.
You listened intently
to my stories of shame, anger and grief.
And you knew when to simply be quiet,
then you would wait for me until I became still.
There were times when we would just stay silent
and even that was enough already
to calm both our healing hearts and restless minds.
I would take your hand for refuge
and you would gladly wrap your hands around it
to make sure I got the message:
that you had learned how to fall in love with me
and with the complex world I built for myself
and even though you weren't sure if there was anything for you,
you stayed.
As for me
my realizations, 'though not far from yours
are quite different.
At first it was for mere enjoyment
that we keep each other company,
then I began to realize how much I need you,
and you began to realize how much you need me back.
I would keep you company all night long
when your days had been unkind and cruel.
I would secretly admire your strength that you acquired through time.
And you would dazzle me with the profoundness of your heart.
But eventhough truly, it is not hard to fall in love with you,
it is painful to realize that I haven't learned how.
And that hurts me the most.
And now I see your heart aching.
So I have to let you go.
I have to pretend that I don't need you anymore,
because it hurts me more to see you like this.
The one person who loved me the right way
hurting
not because I loved the wrong way
but rather, only differently.
And that hurts me the most.
