I did something stupid last night. Like breaking down and crying in the middle of a call. It wasn't my intention to cry, no matter how much of a cry baby I am, and never imagined crying in front of him cos I wanna show him that I am strong. That I am no longer that girl he left 2 years ago. And as much as I want to hate him for treating me like a trash bin whom he'd take a look whenever it is convenient for him, a sigh of relief is what I've had.
I don't even know why I cried in the first place and when I realized that I am crying, it's already too late. He'd been asking me what's wrong and told me that it's okay. And of course that was a lie, nothing is okay. And maybe I am just tired, emotionally and physically drained and he'd just picked the perfect moment to make a call. And the last thing I wanna hear, is his voice.
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