They say money and fame change people, but what about love?
Love changes us to worse or better,controls our decisions, and blinds us.
When we're in love, we try to ignore harsh truths. Truths we don't want to believe. Truths that'll change everything. We as humans by nature hate and fear change, so by instinct we try to ostracize ourselves from any thing that may cause us disruptions. But sometimes, change is critical. Sometimes, we have to put our emotions aside and think. We need to actually have a choice without the interference of our emotions. To do the right thing even if it's hard. Even if it is against what we want. At the end,We shall not be manipulated by emotions.
Emotions shall not control us.
"So you're technically breaking up with me?" I asked astonished already feeling the tears forming in my eyes. "Aphrodite,"he calmly said as if he didn't just shatter my heart into pieces. as if the last couple of years were nothing. "Don't call me that." "Okay, I got bored and I really think you should move on and find you a better person. I can't leave you hanging into me while I already lost interest in you..." he finished his sentence while causing my heart to shatter into smaller pieces.Was he serious? Is it April's fools yet? Why is he saying these words? Now? In our fourth anniversary?did he ever have any interest in me? or was he only with me because I give him the attention he craves for. My eyes are way too soaked with tears that it became too blurry to even see, but I am fighting with all the power in me to not let them fall. I can't show him that I am weak. I can't show him how broken I am. I shouldn't.'' Tressa, I am really sorry but we have been together for four years now. Didn't you get bored?'' ''It was supposed to be a 'forever', Harold.'' ''I know, but what shall I do? Do you want me to stay with you and not supply you with the love you need?'' he completed. "Supply? Excuse me, I don't buy cargoes of love from you. I don't want you to supply me with love. I never did. I didn't know you thought of it that way. What the hell were you thinking leaving me hanging on for four fucking years?? You think my feelings are your toys that you can play with whenever you feel like it. You simply got bored! After the I love you's, forever's, and four years of love between us. Cancel the 'between us'. It seems like it was just probably a one-sided love from me to a person who just used my feelings for his own damn sake. You never really loved me, did you? You just needed someone to show you that they care about you and fill in your yearning for love and attention. I became that person to you. I filled in all your insecurities with love and attention, didn't I? So that's probably why when you found that 'AH this is the person who is going to full fill my needs' you decided to build a what so called relationship between us.'' He tried to cut me, but I didn't give him a chance. I have a lot to say to him.
''So what now? You are bored because I have got back to my senses and realized that I am giving you all of me that there is nothing left for me! I needed a break for myself, Harold. I gave you everything I have, and that's when you decided to let me go. I was the one to supply you with love Harold not vice versa. When I've lessened the only reason you wanted me for, you couldn't see any other thing that may please you so you left. You had no reason to stay with me except to please your insecurities, but I ,too, had ninety nine reasons to leave you, but I didn't. I decided to live up to our promises even if it'll cost me a lot. Dumb me." And by then I let my tears fall.
I was weak. He is my everything including my weakness. When the person you gave everything to has been nothing but a delusion, it feels like hell. My heart is too broken that it is hard to even breath. The lump in my throat is making everything even harder. Harold isn't the best person in the world. He is nothing near to perfect, but I fell into his disarming traps. I saw all his flaws, but I decided to ignore them in the name of love. "He is probably going through some hard time."I would tell myself when he treats me badly. "I am sure he didn't mean what he said." I still told myself after he hurts me for the hundredth time. I kept picking up his few good qualities and left the thousands of bad ones that no person on earth would have put up with. "Aphrodite. I mean Tressa, what's the use of these words now? It is over. We are over." He said with all the coldness he could get to his eyes. The calmness of autumn skies in his tone, and the rage of the seven seas in my eyes. " Never count that there was an 'us' Harold."
I picked up what's left of my heart and left.
