Discrepancy.

The lingering pain has yet again extended its stay as I woke up another morning, realising that it’s all real. Trust this is not another piece of cyber communication or blame game, both of which I believe have been becoming more hurtful, heartbreaking as this silent dispute progresses. Nothing has been achieved, other than the growing distance of two hearts. I admit for being stubborn, not getting off my high horse, though I do plead you to consider that it is difficult to have sufficient faith to do so when the first time didn’t work. Perhaps I should just accept the fact that you are not willing to accept me for who I am. I understand perfectly; it’s just a pity that’s all.

The weekends that we laughed together.
The holidays that we were inseparable for.
The nights that we poured our souls out.
The significant steps that we took hand in hand.

We both know that there aren’t many that understand either of us as well as you and me. We were sisters. We are sisters - it’s just a rough patch right? I don’t care if I always seem to be the one ‘crawling back’. I don’t care how I look in front of you, because I decided, long ago, that I will show my true self around you. You read me like a book, you see through my pretentious being as a glass wall, you know me better than anyone else. It is nothing but frustration that engulf me with the mention of your name. What happened to that almost magical understanding you had of me?

I miss you, and sorry for my stubborness, for not being brave enough to say this in person.

ps: Despite what you believe, I most certainly wonder everyday, how you are, what you are up to and whether if the silence will come to an end any time soon.