Today I met her. After many days and after many requests. She came, met with heavy heart with no enthusiasm at all. It was not like before. I wanted her to stay a little linger but she didn’t.
I went home, tried not to upset her and myself but somehow I did. Now, at 4 am I am reading a post written by her on “love”, her love for someone else. She knew that I love her and I read her posts but still she did. After such a departure.
It’s painful. It really really is. To see someone you love, loving someone else. It feels lying dying, or maybe death would be less painful. I wish if it is I am going to get, god never put me to love again. I am done.