So, you left me, what did you gain in return? A new lover. A man who now runs his hand over your head.
You once told me, I can’t keep you happy, I can’t give you what you want. Maybe you were right, but tell me, are you sure your new lover will give you that happiness you want? How did you become so certain of that?
I know you are not certain. It’s not even something you can be certain about. That day you didn’t tell me the real truth. But I know, you actually liked that man. You just didn’t tell me directly, fearing people might call you dishonorable. That someone might say, she left one and held onto another, the girl couldn’t stay with just one. Your pride would have burned then, you would have been ashamed in front of everyone, forced to hide your face in shame. That’s why you didn’t tell me that it’s him who now lives in your heart, it’s him you now like, not me.
Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone why our home was never built, why our union never happened. I will also tell everyone, I couldn’t love her, I couldn’t bring even once a smile of love to her face. I didn’t have that ability. So I was the one who explained to her, go and choose someone worthy of you. She didn’t agree, she cried for me. Yet I didn’t turn back, I bid her farewell and walked away. She truly loved me, but I couldn’t give her the value she deserved. It wasn’t her fault, I am the one at fault.