Who is to blame here? Me, for falling for you? Or You, for making me love you? I don't know. It's certainly not the latter. I was aware of the fact that you cared a lot for people who were close to you, you were friendlier than necessary and you were mad too. Maybe it was my fault after all to misunderstand all this for love. And this was not the end. One problem led to another. I started voicing my opinions. The issues I had with my school friends, which I had kept deep down within me, it was becoming unbearable to keep them inside. And then that day I snapped. I had hurt them all. A lot of empty space suddenly conjured up between me and them. I blamed you for all this. Blamed you for changing me, for making me hate my friends, keeping them away from me. Because by then, it had become impossible to hold myself back. You knew what I wanted, you knew it would make everything normal again. But you didn't respond. I was frustrated.
How was I supposed to forget that feeling for you when I had to see you everyday? I would never make them choose between you and me. I thought it's best to leave you all. A day came when you denied talking to me. You were angry. I was angry. And when you called I came to know you did it just because someone told you to. I didn't accept it. That evening I severed all ties with you. The next day my cell phone network was barred. I wondered, is it finally over for good?