1 meter. The space between you and me.
You pulled me in the water, closer to you. The butterflies in my stomach were present once again. You then wrapped your arms around my waist, and made me locked my arms around your neck.
1 inch. The distance of our parted lips.
You smiled. You looked me in the eyes. You said I love you. Then smile again. I already knew what you were thinking and so I let myself descend under the water with you.
1 second. The time when your lips and mine collide.
You don’t waste a chance. You quickly grabbed my face and kissed my lips without hesitation. It was just only for a second. But for me it was a lifetime to remember.
But why? she asked. You just look at her with those kind of stare that she’s afraid to see. Those pity stares that you’ve been hiding for all those times that you two are together.
I can’t bear this anymore, you answered. She then breakdown and cry on the floor, thinking what could’ve been wrong that you decided to be on your own now, to need space, and to live your life without her.
But why, she really don’t understand why. Why you’re leaving her. What’s the reason of falling out of love with her. Why, of all person, you’re the one who got tired of her being weak, fragile, and sensitive. She expected that you’ll understand her attitude over things because you said you would, and that you won’t ever look at her like she’s the pittiest girl that you’ve met because she thinks you don’t want her to feel less confident about herself. But now, why. Why are you doing this to her?
You sighed, I’m tired. Too tired to look after you, to handle your problems, to just being with you, but you didn’t know that she’s tired also. Too tired that she can’t even stand up by herself. And now she understands. What you felt was not love.
It’s just pity.