And it is quite odd to write again… But just this once maybe I will… And I’m pretty sure it’d be a blur.
I won’t start at the very beginning. That’d just cut out the fun in trying to figure out what happened.
In fact there is no beginning here… Only an ending.
I don’t remember much anyway, save for his undying infidelity. After that, everything else was like just fleeting pieces of confetti that started out to be a whole sheet of metallic paper and ended up to be free-falling fragments waiting for the wind to take them.
Don’t relationships start out like that?
A whole sheet of metallic paper…
Yes, it was how it started. Of course I was just testing you then and you gave in. But it wasn’t me to just let you fall and leave you hanging. I wouldn’t deny that I fell myself.
But soon enough you started crumpling and cutting OUR sheet. Technically, asking for some girl’s number isn’t really disloyalty but I confronted you anyway. Yeah yeah it passed alright, but your scheming acts did not. Soon after you were all geared up and back to your little games but I’m not one to buy your BS excuses again. I’ve grown tired and numb to it that I think I’ve outsmarted myself from thinking that forgiveness can patch things up.
And I’ve proven that love alone can not rebuild trust and that I’m smart enough to evaluate whether a relationship is healthy or not.
Before I knew it we were confetti… falling farther and farther apart with each wind blow.
I can’t really tell whether I feel bad that once again I got myself into a useless relationship or that I feel better that now I’m finally out of it.
But I’d like to believe that falling confetti is a symbol of a remarkable feat.