Life In Pause

The door was closed and so you left. You left in such a hurry, you didn't have time... Not even a second to say goodbye to me. And I waited for you, making a fool out of myself until I couldn't bear anymore. Until I got tired of the hours wasted next to the door. Waiting for someone who would never come back again. You were gone.... You went too far away... I can't even remember how we started the argument. What and whom it was about. I just remember you telling me you couldn't take it anymore, that I played with fire... with you. And I slapped your face in that very precise moment. Not because of what you said wasn't truthful, but because of how strong you said it. It seemed to me that you had rehearsed all those words that you had kept in your heart for centuries, and you had just decided to show your talent... You got smacked because of that. Because you didn't speak up earlier what you felt. For taking all this to a point with no turning back. And that was how you left our home. Couldn't you say how you hated being with me before you left?! Couldn't you at least criticize me in front of my face that I was a pain in the ass?! You had to leave me. And you had to do it in such a hurry... We had problems. Everybody does and argues about everything... Yes, I was a control freak and spent more time in my life than yours. But didn't we have our lives crossed with each other? If so, why did we have to separate our lives, what's mine and yours? Weren't you happy for me, for my achievements? Or am I the one who has been confusing all this? I don't know about anything anymore... I don't feel like telling stories. Because the story of my life is paused... And I don't know when will I be able to find someone who will listen and have the energy to be part of it... I miss you. I miss those ridiculous arguments and your silliness... Come back. I promise I'll have more time to listen to you even when you say something I don't like at all... Come back... Come home... yea?