Scared to take a stand for me, when everyone bitched about me? Why? When I could take one for you, why couldn’t you?
I argued with everyone for you. It was the two of us against the world. But I didn’t see this coming. You were like this black hole – you kept pulling me in with that irresistable force. And I was curious, curious enough to venture into the darkness, to find that one singularity. What I didn’t see was that there was hardly any chance I could get without being ripped apart. Or maybe I did see it, but chose to ignore it. Don’t ask me why. I don’t have an answer to that.
All I ever knew was that I loved you. And though I knew all along that loving you like that would destroy me, I didn’t back out. Never gave in. On you. On us.
People said it was supposed to be the other way round – that you were supposed to protect me. But it didn’t happen, of course. I thought we would break all norms. But I guess it didn’t work out.
My friends hated you for this. All along. And now, when it’s over, they hate you even more. For giving up so easily, just when it was getting started.
We were almost there, you know. To attain what they call ‘true love’. But just as they say, almost is never enough. And now I know it isn’t. Indeed.