Shame on me

Sometimes you do things for a reason. It may not be a popular reason but you do it anyway because you strongly believe in it. And sometimes, that reason is unknown to anyone else but you so you get all the dirty stares, all the judgmental whispers and accusing fingers but you figure it wouldn't hurt because, well, at least you knew the reason to it and they don't.

With you, it's like that.

I'm sorry it ended this way. I never thought it would end this way but it did and it's not something I would want to fix. Not anymore. I thought I've met someone. Someone I could finally, you know, have something great with. But as much as I tried, (I did. I honestly did even though it may seem like I didn't. Trust me I tried) I just couldn't feel it. It's sad, really. I liked you. But I just couldn't like you more than what we were and for that I'm sorry because I know it was entirely up to me.

You don't need to know the reasons why I did the things I did, but well, you know, if I could have it another way, I would.  Then again, if it should've been, it would've been isn't it?

May you find someone else to share your ice creams with someday. Xx