Leaving that jerk behind.

For once I finally muster the courage to leave the man that always belittle me.

He’s a jerk , yet he doesn’t feels that he’s being a jerk.

He hurts my pride , yet he feels he’s did nothing wrong.

He thinks I’m too emotional which he’s unable to handle my emotions.

Once a jerk always a jerk.

I made my way to the exit because he’s not sorry for what he have done to me.

Too emotional , too crazy , too rational , too weird.

He never liked me for once.

Again and again he broke my fantasy ,

I had to leave cause it’s too painful to continue.

I stayed because I was holding on to that one particular memory – my favourite memory of him.

However , that’s the only time and the only favourite of him.

Now it’s gone.

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