I no longer turn my head whenever somebody calls a name that is the same as yours

I now step on the gas without thinking you’ll be left because I am actually the one who has been forgotten.

The feelings, the contact, and the future plans became null and void the moment I chanted, “This is not the kind of commitment I signed up for—” and that was enough reason for me to make my neck stiff from looking back.

Yes, I couldn’t remain soft because my anger still comes out every time the disrespect appears. Oppose me, for you cannot guilt-trip me, but I won’t take the responsibility if you ever get pissed the moment I choose the best for myself over yours.

I waited; I asked for a closure, for apologies, and for explanations. The peace of not knowing never visited me because I knew I wanted peace after clarity.

Bet you weren’t smart to be sorry because you never studied the pain you’ve caused. So I stood up from my chair, ignoring how you please to cheat by passing by me.

There is actually no timeframe or script to be followed for getting the green light works. You’ll just be stunned how their absence will drive you to the place where their information will seem to be notes that will be tossed aside in the corner—no intentions of looking into pages because you are so done to make it known.

Now it’s clear. Hearing your name didn’t awaken my consciousness because it didn’t sound like love anymore.