It's not that I'm afraid of anything. Nor is it that I have anything to hide.
But I have made my peace when i packed those bags and kept aside any living shard of feelings I have for you.
Not because I don't anymore. But because I know this is the furthest we can go and ever will go.
Now my sorrys are not for bringing this where it went. But my sorrys are for loving a tad too long. Because now we know love doesn't conquer all.
You may walk around celebrated for leaving this behind. But wasn't it you whom I left behind?
So if those mongers come up, do tell the story straight. Your liberation seemed great but make no mistake; it wasn't you who packed up and walked away.
Please don't walk like a war hero, taunted by battlescars everyday.
:::Monochromed:::