The Last letter...

Thought I wouldn’t write you anything, as I it has been clear that what we once shared is gone. I think I tried desperately trying to find out what I did to you to be so cold towards my effort of trying to talk to you. I think in ‘that “process I pushed you further and further away from me.

Maybe you’re not crazy, you’re hurting…

I am not one of those people who like reading between the lines; I would rather be told if there were changes. Nevertheless, in our situation I think I was left with no choice but to take that decision and read between the lines. I have many a times taken the blame of our decomposing   “thing”. It was good while it was good. However, when the time came for one of us to fall out of the wagon it was sad. It was even sadder that you could not own up and be honest that you had fallen out. I on the other side irritated you by trying to help you back on the wagon. Meanwhile you knew that you didn’t want get on it again. I felt bad about trying hard, about giving us a chance and saving what we had. Maybe I seemed unbalanced to you and that scared you, because you thought I was too much in you.

It felt like I was invading your privacy. Moreover, I ended up looking rather stupid or too desperate. Wish time could have warned me about the end, and then I would have kept my foolishness all to myself. I wish I could have listened harder to the dying music, and didn’t keeping on dancing.