Inability to hate. Is that possible?
Until now, I'm perplexed.
How come I'm unable to hate - as high as the mountains or as huge as an ocean. The pain that I've been consumed each day until now, doesn't justified with the sad feeling in my heart.
At the end of the conversation, I feel sad. I keep questioning myself why am I sad? Is it because I decided to end it?
Leaving and saying goodbye shouldn't be this sad.
I met this person when I was 25 years old. The young, silly and green of me. Since then, I have significantly learned and consumed whatever it takes to get things done. I have been mould, secretly. I have been taught on the do and don'ts. I have been trained to be wrong when I'm right, to really understand that money doesn't grow on tree, to chew those painful words and to be at their disposal at any time.
Oh. Its has been a long winding journey. Up and down moment. A valuable knowledge i have learned, earned and being taught off. Thank you. I guess being me, I'm unable to carry the hatred forever. It's heavy and consume energy. Might as well, I utilise the energy to move on.
Perhaps the time is up, for both of us.
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