S A C R I F I C E
The intensity of what I feel for him is killing me. Whenever I see his pain, I feel hurt as well. What’s worst is that I feel double the pain… coz I can’t do anything about it. Sometimes I want to be selfish and tell him, why don’t you just leave and be with me.
And you know what… I’m kinda sick and tired of this situation. Again, for the nth time, why do I have to share. I thought life is giving me a fresh start… but it’s like a piece of used paper ready to be recycled… but yes it is crumpled and needs tough ironing.
Imagine, the pain we are both going through… will this be the path I will be headed to for the rest of my life?
But yes… for the heck of it, I sit here alone… lurking behind my shadow, hiding the tears so he can’t see it. If he did see me cry, what strength can he get from me? But each day he holds my hand and ask for strength, I lose mine. Slowly I’m dying inside.
Until when can I hold my breath? Until when can I stand this pain? Eventually, I know I will feel so drained… I can feel my soul slowly drifting away. Until when do I have to sacrifice… just so that I can hold on to him?
It’s killing me.
