We crossed each other yesterday at the train station.
I look at him.
I felt so petrified.
Then I noticed 'Gone' by Lianne La Havas was playing in that instant.
He hugged me and whispered on my ear 'I am sorry.'
I didn't know a single word he said.
What I feel won't change.
It's too much.
It's heavy.
I am gone.
I can't take it back.
'Good Luck.' I said.
He got upset.
I walked away...
When I sat on the train, I cried and laughed at the same time.
Not because I was sad or confused but how strong I became since I left him.
If physical scars face, perhaps emotional ones can too...
Self-esteem is growing.
Chasing my goals and dreams.
I see the world different around me.
I guess changing circumstances require changing attitudes.