Okay. I’m done.
I have to admit it.
I missed you.
Yes. I’m fucked up.
I neglected you, I took you for granted.
I’m selfish and I’m self absorbed woman.
We never had a chance. I never gave you a chance because of my belief. I believed that just because you love me doesn’t mean that you need me too. I over analyzed.
I said we’re better off as friends. That you should go and find someone who will love you the way you wanted. I never listened to you. I never care. And then realization hits me hard.
I want you back in my life now.
I want your attention as much as you want mine before.
You said you will wait for me…
And you will explain everything when I’m home.
And now I am willing to take the risk although I had a lot of uncertainties, I will accept everything,even though you had a son to another woman. I will fight for you regardless of my religion. Damn. I’m willing to risk it all. I know it will be worth it. I have hopes now.
But I don’t know if you still want me. You never called. You never send a message even though you’re online. I just stared on you being online and never send a message too. Ego it is.
But something in me happened.
Some sort of realizations.
Even though I got what I want and I might say that I am in a better place now,deep inside I know something is missing…something is lacking and that is somebody that I used to neglect.
They say “you never know what you got until you lose it.”
—Did I lose you while I’m in the process of self fulfillment?
They say “The people meant for you will gravitate back towards you no matter how far they wander.”
—if it’s true,do you still want me? Do you still care?
It’s either you want me or you don’t. I need to know. But how am I supposed to know if we are not talking?
I admit…it’s you I am thinking about. It’s still you.
