I am sorry if it hurts too much. I never intended to. And you’re right. Still, it hurts going back to the place where it all started.
I am sorry if I made your life, as you say, more dysfunctional. Again, I never intended to. And I am sorry if I made you think I just built your own hell for the rest of your existence.
And I am sorry. For I am not coming back. It won’t ever be the way it was before. You met me at a very strange time in my life - and I am sorry.
I am sorry for the stupid things we laughed about. For the arguments, as you say, you never won. For bullying you until you ran out of things to say. For the corny conyo antics which were supposed to irritate you but you laughed instead. For never allowing you to walk barefoot. For the first movie date that never ended. For the unending farm and restaurant feud. For all the late night conversations. And for being calm when I wasn’t supposed to be.
Sabi mo “You taught me how to be happy with you,
but how come you never taught me how to be happy without you?”
I tried to let my self fall for you. But every time I did, you always fell more deeply. And I could see that. And the idea simply scared me away, still scares me away. It makes me feel bad knowing I can’t give you back what you were always willing to give me more of. You made me happy at a time I thought I could never be but as soon as I reached the scary point - the serious part, things got the better of me. Made me realize I wasn’t ready for the kind of love you were ready for. It tires me. It scares the hell out of me. It consumes me. The idea of giving your self to someone, all the love, all the time. Making memories, promises and plans. And one day, it’s gone. It’s over. Nakakapagod. Nakakatakot. And I am sorry.
