The truth

The truth is it seemed wrong, yet, I went ahead with it. Even though the signals were there, I ignored them all.

The truth is it was never meant to be. I dreamt about it, believed in it but it was never supposed to happen anyway.

The truth is he didn’t want it that way. I misread the signs, figured them out in my favour, only to be disappointed.

The truth is I know it’s the truth and it hurts. 

Understanding

“I love you,” he said.

“I do too,” I said. I understood.

“Let’s not name it a relationship,” he said.

“That’s a cliché,” I said. I understood.

“Let’s move in together,” he said.

“I think so too,” I said. I understood.

“I’ll be going away for a year,” he said.

“You can’t turn down the opportunity,” I said. I understood.

“I’m coming home after Christmas. I can’t wait to see you,” he said.

“I’m so happy,” I said. I understood.

“I have to work till late night. I can’t come home tonight,” he said.

“It’s work. You can’t avoid,” I said. I understood.

“But that lipstick mark is yours from the other night,” he said.

“Maybe it is,” I said. I understood.

“The girl you saw me sitting at the restaurant with, is just a friend from work,” he said.

“Sure she is,” I said. I understood.

“I’m going for a trip with the boys this weekend. I know we had plans but I can’t help it,” he said.

“That’s okay. I’ll meet the girls for a drink,” I said. I understood.

“I need some space,” he said.

“I think WE don’t exist anymore,” I said.

“But we have been together the whole time,” he said. He misunderstood.