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.
