Searching out for the truth.

Curtains Down

It ended up ugly.She came home in an invisible body,placed a book that carried in it all the letters and cards I had sent her.I couldn't see the sense of all that crap.We are grown ups.We are supposed to behave like we really are.For the first time in a long while,I went out of control,picked up that phone and called her in untouchable rage.I was mad!Had I been too soft to her that she could manage to do such a thing because there's nothing I can do?So,is she feeling better now?I wonder if I could really have stood seeing her returning these things if we were face to face.Would I have swallowed it?She still brought all this on to herself.What was the motive of making up a story that held no water and imagine I would fall for it?

Love is funny.I still don't get it.We had been doing so well...well until I joined campus,then she changed.I think I have tried to be as understanding and tolerative as I can.But yesterday,things just went out of hand,and I didn't like it.I've been accused of forgetting to cater for her feelings.She did.Perhaps it's true because when am hurt I find myself only thinking about how am affected.I think I surely need to work on that.It's a loud whisper.She pushed me to the wall.I didn't mean to talk to her in that manner of anger and spoilt fashion.That's just not me.

So the curtains came falling,and she was still crying foul...a crying fall.She deleted me from her facebook friends in a few hours' time.We are no longer friends,but a piece of broken peaces.Heartbreak.