Blaming the Scars

So you're leaving? I thought everything that has been happening between us lately was leading us to a certain direction. But when you told me about "it", everything just ended in my mind.

I'm sorry. I know you're expecting too much now. I know I said something like "staying". But you never mentioned something like "leaving". I feel stupid. I know you'll come back. But I don't think I can wait AGAIN anymore. That's what I’ve been doing the entire time that we were together. I'm so sorry. I can't promise you what you've wanted me to promise you. Your heart is good, I know. But mine is already tired. The last time you left, it got scars all over it. But it forced to heal itself because of the thought that what had happened was so unintentional. But this time---everything is planned. And the scars are becoming visible again. And they just reminded my heart about the past. That's why my heart decided to hold its peace and back off. I'm sorry---I just couldn't afford to hurt myself more.

When you leave, don't say goodbye. Don't ask me again about that promise thing. Better yet, don't see me. I can already picture how everything would happen that day. You will cry. I might cry. But what difference would the tears make? Could they make the scars disappear? Could the tears cut the distance and time that you're going to create? You know the answer. So please, let's stop this mind game. It's already clear: you have to go and I have to stay.