You think I would be used to this constant disappointment by now.
This shakey feeling that lingers within my body when I'm shown again,
it's not just me.
That holds your attention.
This ending has come inevitable.
I'm starting to accept it.
Any future I saw involving you,
has become irrelevant.
And I'm becoming okay with it.
Lie after lie.
Don't you ever wish to speak the truth?
This can't be healthy.
This tightrope you have me walking on has started thinning out.
No concern for my safety.
Yet, you insist.
I gave you a gun, pointed directly toward my heart.
As the story would go,
you have every intention to pull and move on.
As life would have it.
Please do.
Make me hate you.
Someday you'll finally realize,
the grass will not always be greener on the other side.
Someday,
you'll understand that the time you took with the constant overwhelming curiosity,
Valuable time was wasted.