He's back from Moscow early this morning.
Being a man of his own words, he came to my place the first thing he touched down here. He managed to convinced me to see him.
The first thing I see is his significant smile from far, he approached me and smother me with kisses. A peck on my forehead, hug me and say “Sorry”, notwithstanding the fact that he was not the least bit apologetic.
I feel like walking off but his touch calmed me.
I'm speechless.
Whatever that was in my mind before meeting him is a whole different story.
I even planned what need to brought up and what's not required to, how to make sure that i will never eat my own words again.
The plan backfired.
My mind and my heart is playing tug-of-war.
The other says that I need him and the other says I don't.
Everything was fine,initially. Until we came to a topic which triggered my anger.
From there it all started to turn real bad.
At that moment, i felt like running away.
But only cowards run from their problems without solving them.
And i'm not one.
I've made several attempts to make him change his mind but he wouldn't budge.
At the first place, the relationship is never over. I don't know if I can hold up this facade any longer than I have to. Goodness, this is getting too ridiculous to believe.
It's half past 5 in the morning and the tears are pouring and I want to make it worth the fight.
He abused me...
.....with his stinging words.
That can never be any worst.