If I didn't fuck up in the first place, I wouldn't have jeopardised our relationship, I wouldn't have jeopardised our emotions, and I wouldn't have made you do what you did.
I still love you with all of me. It's no use to say if I turned back time I would rewind what I did and exercise self-restraint - it holds no meaning. It doesn't make me any less horrible than what I already am, cause some things just can't be changed. They can't be mended, no matter how much you try. When things are broken, they're just broken. Unsalvageable.
Maybe it was my naivety that put me in this position. To think that if I gave it my all I would repair what has been damaged. Now I watch as my building falls for the second time, and I can't do anything about it.
People have been asking me, would you take him back if he came back? My answer to that is: in a heartbeat. I've been through it all - the ups and downs, the euphoria, the heartbreak, the relief, the disappointment, the happiness, the heart-wrenching breath-stealing pain that knocks you over and takes you forever to climb out of that abyss. When you feel that life isn't worth living anymore and you want to take that plunge.
Right before someone offers you faith, offers you their hand again, and you accept it, knowing you can make something good blossom out of something so horrid.
And when you have it stolen away from you again, your mind shuts down, your heart walls up, and you become nothing more than a walking, talking vegetable. You don't feel anything, you don't think about anything, you just want to close yourself in and detach your mind from your body.
I'm holding up well, I've got no more water in me to continue crying. Everything I touch, smell, see, hear and taste reminds me of him. Every night I retreat to the same place where we would talk about our future, talk about our children and our wedding, name the places we would go to when we get older and have more money. Every day I use the same wallet he bought for my 18th birthday, the headphones I bought at the IT Fair with him, the moisturiser I bought at Tioman with him, the tumbler I got at the Rapunzel movie I watched with him, sleep with the soft toys he caught and bought for me. If that isn't heartbreak at its fullest, tell me what is.
I remember our last days together as a couple. Sleeping in, sending me to work and talking with my colleagues, waiting for me to finish work for 7 hours before heading off to eat prata. Watching Sucker Punch at PS and playing LAN - right before I found out it was all a sham. His heart wasn't with me anymore.
If I really love him, I will let him go. I will not allow someone I love to continue being emotionally tortured, no matter how much I want to keep him by my side. As long as that love torments him, it's not the love I want to carry on.
But if he needs me, I will always be there for him to take him back with open arms. Because if one day he wakes up and finds that he misses me, and his heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be, thinking maybe he'll come back to the place where we'll meet, and he'll see me waiting for him at the corner of the street.
I'm not moving.