Blogging at work, the best way to act busy to your boss.
(With all the typing on the keyboard. XD)

As the title mentioned, it's reflection time~
I guess it's more like a need for me to write this.
To make sure I have closure and truly move on with my life.
(Im not sure if that is really possible though.)

For the past year, I have been thinking a lot.
I guess it wasnt that easy to just take off and start brand new.
Especially after being 'trapped' for that long.

For what I know, the problem was there all along.
Probably with me. But he should be responsible as well.
I must admit that the thought of leaving was from way back.

I don't even belong there.

I could not see what future had in store for me.
If I continued walking down this path,
I was so sure it will not lead me to where I want to be.

I had no future with him, or that family, if that's what it's called.

I started heading to my mom's place almost everyday.
I simply did not wanna be in that place.
I was reaching out and part of me was running away.
Days were spent on nice breakfast outing,
learning cooking from my mom, baking treats, and guitar practices.

I simply wanna do people that I love and things that makes me happy,
instead of focusing on people who dont need me and things I cant change.

I guess at this point in time, I was trying to make my life a better one.
Maybe somewhere deep down inside of me, I was getting ready.
But honestly, it wouldnt end up like it is now,
if not for all these factors. Pushing and pulling me out of that place.

On that fateful day, what he did was more than enough
to push me over to the other side of the fence.
Looking into my eyes and telling me that he loves me
after the event is of no help at all.
Not when he treated me in such a way the whole time.

Having written this much, I'm not trying to say that
I wasnt at fault at all. In fact, I think that the fault was
mainly on me. But a marriage/relationship requires
two people to work together in order to be fruitful.
The same goes to breaking it.

-=It was the small little cracks that slowly led the cup breaking into pieces.=-