“I just didn’t see it coming, you know?” he started.
To which she disagreed. “You did. I think both of us did.”
“Where..” he paused, not exactly sure what to say next or how to say it.. “Where exactly did I go wrong?”
She looked at him, smiled sadly and replied, “You always knew I’d be there, wherever, whenever. When we fight, may it be your fault or mine, I was always the first to approach and first to apologize. I considered myself satisfied with all the half-hearted efforts you did for me. I’ve always kept myself available for you even if it means having no more time left for myself.”
“I thought by showing you how important you are to me, you’d realize my worth and do the same. But instead of seeing me as something fragile, you saw me as something constant. And I.. I guess I just grew tired of waiting, of being put on hold until further notice.”
As she was to leave, she let herself have a last glance of him. “..It’s my fault too. I settled for less than what I deserve,” she said, merely above a whisper.
He sat frozen in his place trying to think of all the things he could’ve done otherwise.
But he knew it’s all too late.