I stood and watched. He just kept walking. I wanted to believe that I was dreaming, that everything happening was a dream and in any second I would wake up.

But I didn't wake up. In any case it got more real.

"Stop!" I called out to his disappearing figure

Nothing. Just distant footsteps.

I ran after him and grabbed his shirt.

"Stop, stop, what have I done, I love you?"

He stopped.

"You're annoying!" he replied and walked on.

I let go and feel to my knees. "You're annoying" It kept replaying in my head, over and over again. What had I done? I loved him.

I heard his foot steps get softer until finally they were no more.

Tears spilled out of my eyes and I had no control over them. They kept coming. Silent, anger sobs.

He wasn't coming back. No matter how much I would cry and call out his name.

He was no more.

I had failed him and me.

He was my morning, my afternoon and night.

Not now though he left.

I hate him . He made me become this person I swore I wouldn't be. This loving, smiley, obsessive person.

Its weak.

I am weak.

With those thoughts I got up and walked home.