Propose

Rampaging through old memories, the sadness begins to flow through my heart. I was unhappy, but this persistent, piercing pain is not leaving me(yet). I doubt it ever will. It is like the scars on my skin, I'll never forget how I acquired them, and so they stay.

I thought holding on was tough, but letting go is tougher. Browsing through my archives, I can only see his good. It is too late isn't it. I missed my chance to love, and I may just miss the chance to be with someone I love till my time comes.

I'm sorry, I thought we were good despite our bickering. Imperfection I failed to realize had since snowballed into a problem we both cannot solve, maybe, unwilling to solve. I want to walk out of the situation as gracefully as I can, this is too tough. I believe life is a bed of roses, you can feel the thorns when you sink into reality, yet taking all in a glance seems like perfection. Only if I had known, if only I had listened hard enough. I would have been happier.