The two sides of the story

I found a really touching story on the internet that I can somewhat relate to. Just wanted to share it with my non-existent readers.

There are always two sides of the story. She left for another country to pursue her career and he was left behind.

The one who left

I know this is hard. I don’t even know where to begin. I can’t seem to find the words that wouldn’t make the situation harder than it already is. Why do goodbyes have to be this hard? I love you and I have loved you from the start and I always will. But this is something I need to do. I don’t want to but I have to. It’s hard to run away from you but it’s harder to run from my responsibilities. If I had a choice, I would’ve stayed. I wouldn’t leave you. The love I had for you was greater than what I had for myself. It’s greater than all the love I had given to other guys. But isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?

Then we had our final goodbye. I thought you wouldn’t come. I was waiting for you. I was even mad because I was afraid to miss my flight. And then you came. I know you tried to put a happy face. And you did. You hugged me and I hugged you back. You drank your coffee and I ate my cake. Then I told you I had to go. While we were walking on the way to the gate, I tried my best not to cry. Then I looked at your face, your eyes for one last time and hugged you so tight that I didn’t want to let go. We kissed and said goodbye. I fell in line, and called your name. I left the line and ran to you to hug you one last time. That’s when I realized that you were the one.

The one left behind

I liked you since college. But my friend got to you first. So I let it go for three years until I couldn’t keep it anymore. I like you. I like you so much. And I could hide it anymore so I told you and we got together, finally. After graduation, you told me that you’ll be leaving. I didn’t know what to say. I had one more month to be with you before you leave. Then you asked me if I’ll miss you. Of course I will, silly girl. Why do you even need to ask that? Then you asked me how we should make the most out of the time we have left. I couldn’t answer you. I didn’t know. A month is not enough. I don’t want you to go. Why do you need to go? Can’t you just pursue your career here? I didn’t know what to feel. I’ll miss you so bad. I’ll miss your bubbly personality. I’ll miss you when you intentionally disorganize my room. I’ll miss you when you dance in the car. I’ll miss you when want to get my attention. I don’t want you to go.

Then the day was up. The day you had to leave. I don’t know what to get you. A bouquet of flower sure isn’t special. I’ll get you something that would remind you of me. I went to the mall and bought you a pillow. I’ll add a simple note. “Don’t forget me.” Then I headed my way to the airport. I called you and told you I was there already. I hugged you and you hugged back. It hurts so bad to see you go. Your face, your beautiful face. I’ll miss how I put your hair behind your ears. But you have to go. I hope you wouldn’t. But you have to. Then you called my name for one last time and I kissed you and told you how much I love you.

Both sides

We told each other that we will do everything to make it work. And we did, for a while at least.