That's the problem, you know.
I promised you that I won't bottle my feelings up, but I think I'm used to that by now.
Because despite my policy on speaking my mind, I realized that honesty is nothing more than a very painful poison. It does nothing but hurt you in the end. Because life rewards lies, and no matter how much truth you speak, you'll end up paralyzed.
This is probably the calmest breakup we both had, and probably had the most rational and logical, not to mention mature conversations on how I am no longer good for you. Well, If we wanna be frank, I was never good for you but we brushed that off for such a long time, we almost had something.
But that's the problem about the truth. It's poison, but it won't kill you. It'd only leave scars all over you like nothing you've ever seen.
And it's time to face it.
