The Wrong Time

Perhaps, we met at the wrong time. Maybe, we should have held off a little longer before commencing the relationship. Please know that though I left the label, I never left the person. I’m still here to support you if you seek me out, but now I no longer have the right to demand your time and attention. I could no longer blame you for my tears. I could no longer curse you for my heartaches. I could no longer stress you out. My loneliness and grief are no longer your faults. You are no longer responsible for my grumpiness. You are no longer obligated to explicate anything to me.

I didn’t want it to stop yet it was clear to see that it should not go on. I miss the old days. I miss us yet deep within my heart and soul, I know I did the right thing. I had to let you go because I wasn’t good enough for you. Your disposition was unpredictable which was not good for me. The timing was wrong. I was willing to hold on to us if you only asked me to. We might cross paths again one day and find out whether we are still meant to be. Somehow, my thread is still attached to you unless you decide to cut it yourself.