Us

When you were defending her, I felt that she had won. I was the bad guy, and all she had done was only good in your eyes. In that moment, I wanted to use my bare hands to break something, preferably her face. But I didn’t. For all the times that you said I have an uncontrollable temper, I am finally able to reign it in. Not only did I not turn into Hulk, I was able to continue our argument in a calm and collected manner. Because what I wanted most to do, aside from punching her face in, was to break down and cry. And cry. And cry.

Two days later, I am still crying.

You told me to list down my dislikes. And I did. I told you that I did not like you to go climbing with her. To which you said: “I didn’t say I’d do it”. When you uttered the word ‘us’ today, while relating your climbing experience, my heart dropped right down to my feet, and then it fell somemore.

How can one person inflict so much pain? And when will these tears stop coming?