It would’ve been worse had I let it continue. So I thought it’s a valid option just to be unfair. It was unfair. I admit it.
You said I did not give you a chance to tell me things. Well, I wished that would be best. Given how my mind works, I knew I could get an A all the time. But no. Life doesn’t grade like that. I knew it was not as easy as finding the value of x nor was it as fun as balancing an equation. Because then we balanced emotions. We found the value of what we had. We tried solving problems without givens. We still didn’t exactly know how to label our answers.
Now that you’re busy talking, I can just stare and be amenable. That I was the only one who decided to stay away, that I didn’t even wait for you, is so true that I just can’t defend myself from your eyes. I can’t. And there’s no reason why I should. I did it with good intention–to medicate you even before you get wounded. I did it to end something that hasn’t even started.
Why the hell will I be guilty? The only thing I regret was that I didn’t do it much earlier. I could’ve saved you had I done so. I could’ve saved you.
And I’m sorry.
The Line Between Lilac and Purple 