And suddenly it was crystal clear.
Why you chose her, and why you walked away, putting the entire blame on my shoulder.
I wished you’d been man enough to have courage and speak the truth.
We live in a world where we constantly talk about chivalry being dead and dead it is, for you never thought of taking the responsibility to share the blame of us falling apart. I bet the shopping bags you held for me are smirking at the irony.
I don’t envy her, I never did. I always thought she was way below the type of girl you deserved. You deserved me. Now I’m smirking at the irony.
I don’t blame her, I don’t blame you, I don’t even blame myself. You took the easy way out. How can I blame you for following a simple human nature?
We all want what is easy, and convenient.
She was there, raw, real, reachable.
I was sitting at home, thousands of miles away, waiting for a text that never back. How would it?
You were busy hugging human warmth that couldn’t have reached through my texts.
I forgive you. Following your heart and following your nature is hardly a sin.
It was too soon, it wasn’t soon enough.
We were too perfect and you imperfect for each other.
I forgive you.
And yet my tears are smirking in irony.