There’s the door, would you care to leave? Is that a No, fine you stay, I leave.

Perhaps, we should stop wondering why it is so difficult for us to coexist under the same roof. What brings out the worst in each of us whenever we try to have a normal conversation.

It hit me last night during the hours of dawn. After your high-pitched screams and unloving glares, I decided that I have had enough. Do you have any explanation how I have ended up like this? Perhaps, it has something to do with you. You know, apparently, you are meant to be the most important person in my life.

I believe that conventional letters as these involve some element of ‘thank you for raising me’. Oh wait, you didn’t do that. Isn’t it funny how you always pretend that you did, that you know better, when it is terribly clear to bystanders that you are ironically the child in this relationship. Don’t lecure me about how you always want the best for me, because I’m sure that if I asked you to look me in the eye and say you always have my best intentions, you will be doing so of guilt.

I hear you, I know you well. Are you urging to call me an unappreciative spoiled brat? Look in the mirror please, everyone in your life do nothing but try to please you. Perhaps others do it better than me, since clearly you are never going to be satisfied with a single deed of mine.

It frustrates me that we cannot have a loving relationship. It hurts to know that you will never simply smile and tell me it’s okay, as you expect nothing but perfect. Tears run as thoughts of losing you cross my mind, though I’m not sure which one hurts more - fighting endlessly or losing you for good. I ask for nothing, but to feel warmth under my blanket, to feel happy at the dinner table, to feel secure in your arms.

It’s time for the traveller to venture on, as she’s done hoping.
No regrets, we’ve all had our chances.