Moving on

My relationship had been on the rock over a period of time. I don't wanna comment much on it because it's over. I don't wanna cry over spilt milk, neither do I wish to salvage it. There's no one to blame because it takes two hands to clap. It's just too hard to judge about who's right and wrong. I felt really insecure over the years no matter how hard I try to endure, tolerate or give in. Things ain't going to right way. I'm tired and worned-out of bowing to the wrong one. I suffered insomnia due to terrible flashbacks. I had nightmares in the middle of the night when I thought I was mistreated. I was badly traumatized by the past. I hid my pain upon the realisation of my other half played. I was never comfortable about it, but I tried to turn a blind eye as much as I could. I pressured myself when I thought that everything was fine. Things just turned out the same way no matter how much saliva I poured. Finally, I decided to give up and move on. It's not gonna work if I'm the only one putting in effort. I neither hate this relationship, nor do I detest him. I'm grateful for the time we had spent. For now, I gonna mark a full stop to it. We can never predict what's gonna happen in the future. We just have to keep looking forward to it. If we are fated to be together, we shall be. If we aren't fated to be together, we will still be nothing in years to come. Still, I see him as a friend and I hope he knows that.

I had already moved on and I'm really happy.