The Story of Us

There are only two people in this world who knows what really happened.

I don't want to sound pathetic because right now, I'm getting by. You did train me well. I'm starting to get used to a life without you. No more drunk dialing, no more crazy messages, no more illusions of what used to be. No more conversations in the middle of the night or the wee hours of the morning. And I'm proud to say, It's not that painful anymore. I don't cry myself to sleep now. I just close my eyes. Miss you again. Then I drift off.

I think this is the nth time I've said that. Stupid me. Still holding on. Still waiting for that ending. For that goodbye. Why? Because every freakin story has an ending. Every actor takes a bow when he's done with his part. Every director says cut when the filming is finished. Why can't we have the same?

Maybe I'm like this because this story is so beautiful. How it all started, how we met. The twists, the turns, the conflicts, the climax. But still.... no ending. How can I end a story without a "the end"?

Since we are the only two people in this darn world who are in this story, we, the two of us, should be ending it. I stated my ending...it's not a happy one though. But at least I did. It's "she finally accepted that they were never meant to be, he loves someone else and she pulled back because all she ever wanted was his happiness that obviously she could not give, so she lived her life bringing with her all the awesome memories with her". Hmmm mushy, but true. How about you? What's your ending? Okay, I'll give you one. "then...he finally said goodbye and walked away".