I am old, old enough to judge the right from the wrong. But then again, right and wrong is just a perspective, a view of a person. We will never get the same view even if we are looking at a same thing. And this brought forward the point that an idea of a person, it will never be identical even if it is among those living under one roof. This eventually led to the argument on who is who, the one to be blamed. At the end, there is no end.
I have to accept it, that we have grown apart. Things that we used to be fond of, movies that we used to watch, life that we used to share are no more the same.
As much as I tried to let things take it turn into a shape that I could cope, it never happened. We cannot keep holding on to the past. It was gone with every second pass.
Hurting each other in every sense, that’s we are now. No more laughter. No more smile.
I am letting it go, with love. Though I know I will miss you, wholeheartedly, but I dare not to hurt you anymore.
