i'm sorry, but...

i'm sorry, but....
it has been almost a week...

but who's counting?


wasn't it you who said that you love me? that your feelings for me won't change? and that nothing will ever make you leave?


i'm sorry but i'm confused right now... because you left no trace and i am having trouble making your words and my reality coincide.


wasn't it that the last time we communicated we were happy? didn't we plan for our lives to be together for always?


i'm sorry but you promised me eternity and yet, right now, you are making me feel that my forever has ended and our future has become a thing of the past.


haven't we agreed, as fated halves of each other, that we will always talk things out? didn't we say that most of our miscommunications will be remedied with being open?


i'm sorry but for a week now i was the only one talking and you seem like a mute witness to my anguish... enjoying my turmoil, basking in the dark light of my despair and feeding on my weakness, insecurities and nearly extinguished joy.


haven't we made enough promises to each other to never hurt one another?


i'm sorry but i can only remember your words and they do no good to the pain you have subjected me now.


it has been almost a week.

days, hours, minutes, seconds...

and i am still waiting, waiting...

i'm sorry but i am counting.