This is just a piece of writing, nothing personal. Hope you'll like it.

I've always hated confrontations since I was a kid. It is not because I am afraid to speak but I am afraid that I always end up saying the wrong words. Sometimes is something genuinely wrong with me because what else would explain why I did what I did. Deep down, I knew that I was wrong. I knew that even though I loved you with all my heart, I would always end up hurting you. There was not a happy ending written with our names together as one, there was an ending with you and I separated with an infinite distance of everything wrong to ever exist.

You loved me a little more on days when I would sleep with my back to you. I would struggle to sleep with the guilt nestling on my chest while your heart would try to match the beats with mine. I should've never let you in because my insides were half damaged and the wounds never healed. I knew that no matter how many times you kiss my neck, the feeling of his hands around me would always taint it.

You loved me when I used to sleep on your lap. Although I struggled to sleep with the guilt somewhere on my chest while your heart kept on trying to match my heart beats. I should have never let you in, as I was half damaged and the wounds never healed. I am aware with the fact that no matter how many times you miss me, the feeling of your hands around me would always make me remind your presence.

So, when I saw you forgetting the pain in your heart to warm mine, I knew I had to let you go. While I loved you for the first time without layers of insecurities and flaws suffocating my heart, you looked at me like I was a different person that you couldn't recognise and it was enough reason for me to pack all the memories of you loving me and I breaking you and leave. So, I did. I left without saying Goodbye because I didn't know the language of love but more than that, for the first time in my life, I knew the right words but I was terrified that i would ruin it more by saying it.