I am alone again. That's how it ends all the time.
I was sick of waiting. Tired of loving like that. So much of me died in the middle of last year. After coming back here, far from his arms i knew it is only going to be worse. It was the worst time i swear. Nothing took more than that. Suffering every single day. Now i am free from pain. Free from everything. Just alone but not lonely. I still love him no matter what happened but that won't return. We cannot be together again cause that's me who didn't wanted to wait cause of my big ego. It is so big that i only don't want to feel broken. I am a bad person. Truth is i finally feel like myself. Not being pushed into situation i've never wanted to be pushed into. This is real sickness and i don't wanna go back to this period of time. No regrets. It was good time then. Then with him. Now he can hate me but i know he can't.
I just wanted him or myself again.
So my choice was freedom.