the moment of truth

you've already killed me. drained the life out of me. i can't possibly imagine what else can you possibly drain from my already dried up veins. what else can you possibly want from my already worn-out brains. though sometimes i wonder what is it that drives you everyday to do the same thing that you do every single day. to utter the same words, constructing the same sentences like a parrot. to relive every moment like as though it happened only a second ago, when clearly its been months since we've separated.

i wonder how is it that in that moment of truth we had over the phone when i told you that i would marry you only if your parents flew down the next day to apologise to my parents, and that if you came with them to do the same, all you had to say was, "have you no respect for your elders?". my only answer to you would be is that i do have respect for my elders, but you failed this one test of love that i have put up for you, not to prove to myself, but as proof to you that you do not love me and it was just your stubbornness that has been ruling your mind ever since you realised that i was happy and enjoying my life.