I made a promise before that if by December you decide that you still don’t want this that I would give up. Unfortunately for me, December had come earlier than expected and I’ve found myself in a position of forced decision making before the said due date. And as much as I don’t break promises for reasons that go in line with the fact that I hate it when people break their promises, I’m left with no choice but to consider that promise as somewhat null and ineffective anymore.
There is no promise to keep and sadly enough, no person to wait for. It has come to my attention that you’re not running for me. And if you were, I’m probably running towards the other direction. We both run hoping we would meet halfway but not realizing we never will because our paths are of opposite direction. Oh how I will miss your hands and everything else that’s attached to them. I guess I would never be able to feel the weight of your hand in mine anymore.
