too much. too much precious time has been lost. wasted raindrops
i thought i did so much more. i thought i gave so much more willingly. it was all about i, i, i. nothing that you did seemed vaguely enough as compared to my self-glorified sacrifices. all wrong. painful to finally realise that all i have done was to hurt you. and also myself.
but i am glad we talked things through. dispelling the rainclouds that were shadowing the warm sunshine we could have basked in together.
if i think i made the wrong choice, why would i still be holding your hand? Stinging words to the monster within myself.
but you are willing to wait though i have so much to learn.
