Thursday, February 5, 2015
Still Whole, Just Crumbles.
I don't like giving up on people. Some would say I am shameless or just don't get a hint.
I believe in 2nd and 3rd chances.
I believe that people can change their minds.
But sometimes, when it is just you who keeps messaging first it gets tiring. When its always you who suggests an outing, you feel a bit hurt after a while and wonder if the agreement was because of pity/boredom and not actual interest.
Sometimes, there are no replies to seen messages.
Sometimes, I delete the conversation and tell myself to ignore them. Most of the time, I fail.
And once in a while, after all that I have tried and dejection felt, I just delete the number. And wait to see if they would message me.
Sometimes, they don't.
Sometimes, I can just feel the disinterest buzzing from those signs I have read about in articles.
And I feel that tingle of pain. And wonder, if its my fault.
So, I finally give up. They might not notice or they might with a "Finally". But for those who do reach out to me, with even the most feeble attempt, I grip back.
Sometimes being me is a door to a world of hurt. And I wonder why haven't I crumble into pieces.