You have dumped me remember?
My memory says it happened in the first week of September
You always object whenever you hear me saying the word “dumped” but I couldn’t find a more suitable description of myself to you.
I have tried hard to avoid you because I know this is a journey without a definite destination.
But you persistently showed me your discreet love and persuasion
How can I ignore this wonderful feeling that carries me up to the air?
I remain hooked up in this foolish condition; I keep my communications with you for that’s what the heart tells me to do
I am at the peak of euphoric sensation when I have decided to entrust you my fragile perception
Then all of a sudden, you break the news that maybe we should take it slower
I couldn’t comprehend the words you said, though I have heard it very clearly
The heart protested so much and throws out a lot of questions
The mind rationally understands the circumstances; it is as simple as we are not meant for each other
But why the heart doesn’t listen? It still believes that someday, you will find your way back to me
In a couple of days, we didn’t talk the way we use too. I started hating you; I am feeling like a single use material which should be dumped after being used once. But then, I still tried to understand you. As you said, I should take the situation from a different perspective. So I said, I think there is more to work on behind this rejection. I work as hard as I could just to forget the unfathomable pain of being cast out.
The days turn into weeks, I couldn’t run away to the fact that I need you for some formal reasons, so I call you and tried to act normal. Why behind those casual conversations, the heart feels something unusual. It seems that you are trying to tell me something in between those casual lines.
After a few weeks, you came to pay me a visit. Oh! How I would like to melt down to those very sweet smile, those very expressive eyes, tells me so much though you haven’t said anything yet. I couldn’t resist myself, seems my heart has displaced somewhere else inside my rib cage.
So one more time, I agreed to the status of being a single use person again. But, until when am I going to do this? I hate the fact that I love him. I don’t want to be a recycled paper again. I couldn’t figure out why I act ridiculously irrational when he looked me in the eye like he has opened the door to me so I can see his fragile soul. I love this soul, and I want to take care of it. But, like a single-use material, I have no right stay along into his journey.
I badly need to move on and end this cycle very soon.