i drove home alone crying the whole time.
i dunno what happened tonight that made us fight so hard.
maybe it was because of the old girlfriend and the young boyfriend...
maybe it was because i was just feeling anti-social tonight...
maybe it was because i was jealous of the graduate that just flew home...
maybe it was because i was too shagged after OT-ing until 8 plus...
maybe it was because i was never interested in that stupid alien movie...
maybe it was because i was too hungry...
maybe it was because of the way he always makes me look in front of his friends - devilish
maybe it was because of the way he always picks a fight with me when we're just about to meet his friends
maybe...lotsa maybe
but he still said it nevertheless.
he said he didn't see it coming.
he said he's tired. he said that i am tired too. after all, its been 7 years.
he said that was the last movie we're ever watching with his friends.
i told him it would be our last movie together.
my girlfriend told me to think things through carefully before making a haste decision.
but now the onus doesn't fall on me i guess; its on him.
even though they say it takes two to clap, this time, i'll leave it solely to him to make this decision.
he's hurt, and so am i.
do we give each other time or do we simply let go?
may the Father's will be done.
