breaking point

she finally broke down. poor girl.

all those seemingly small matters added up, it was too much for her to handle. she couldn't hold her tears in anymore. cry, baby, cry, don't keep everything bottled up inside you.

there's a very uncomfortable feeling inside her. of feeling depressed. of feeling neglected. it's nobody's fault really, but it's just the way she feels.

the surprises have come to a halt, the attentiveness gone, she doesn't get romantically swept off her feet anymore. the calls and texts have lessen, no longer being accompanied, listened to or pampered, the initial spark seems to be disappearing. yes there are a million reasons to it, being busy and occupied with work, tired after working the entire day, friends to socialize with... but she's growing sick of those reasons and excuses. an excuse doesn't necessarily make a person excusable.

when she calls he seems eager to end the conversation, when he calls it's just to report. when she wants to talk he wants to watch tv, how many times has she felt so alone and just needed someone to comfort her but he's not available? can she not depend on him? is she asking for too much?

given time, all these would fade away, at least that's what she hopes for. will he go back to what he used to be? for the time being, all she can do is shut up, just be patient and suck it up.

she wonders what is the boy's point of view. if only she were a mind reader. if only the boy were a mind reader. things would be much simpler...