There are things that need to be set free. There are good things that need compromise. And our love story was one of the perfect examples that define sacrifice, freedom, change and choice.
I am here, dealing with my new life. I still don’t want to be a wife. I still don’t want to have kids, not like the way my parents want or the way Brenth wants. He wasn’t pressuring me to have kids. But it’s just not the best solution. It is pure love and I want to explore my options.
I decided to give up our ‘perfect’ relationship because I don’t wanna be trapped in the next step, of us being together as husband and wife. We’re still young, and I guess he will soon meet the best wife on earth. And that’s not me.
If I gave in to the proposal, I might be writing this to you guys. I might meet Arnold as the person he is now. I might see Timmy in a different light. I might have decided to do things that could or couldn’t meet the life that I have now.
And yet I couldn’t figure it out. STILL.
Despite the evident things I’ve caused Brenth, still he never gave up on me. In fact, he is making me feel guiltier with his kindness. The very essence of him not coming back to rattle the stable things I have, makes me feel like nuts.
You wouldn’t believe his efforts.
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