So I gave myself a little thinking. The past few days had been a mess. Seriously, who wants to be in my shoes? Of course, there’s no easy way to get past this.
I remember the night I walked away. That was on the 7th of June. I was wearing pink and had a walk along the dark roads of IT park alone. He picked me up and drove me home. I didn’t talk – I simply answered yes or no. I gave myself a few minutes to settle down and waited for him to utter some more words. Minutes passed and that didn’t happen. I walked my way out and never looked back.
I do not want him back. I never wanted him back. I just wanted a talk – the very thing I needed. Cliche, it is.
Months passed, his promise still unfulfilled — to finally come to me upfront and tell me exactly how, what and why it all happened.
I do not regret what I did. The severity of my actions depended on his. I gave him more than enough time to explain himself to me.
Fast track to the present time, I have been humiliated in public twice already but am not affected at all.
Just so you know:
I am a woman of words. I do as I say and so should you.
Never threaten me with actions. I can do worse.
I do not talk often as I prefer to think. I give warnings, too. In this case, never provoke me.
Lastly, you can call me anything that pleases you and I’ll do exactly I am called to prove you right.