emotional attack

Scary how the human mind works. So emotional at one time, so calm at the other. Is this normal? I wonder. Why all these fluctuations? Did I bring them to myself? The end of love does not come hatred but a lot of questions. What had happened. Why had it happened. How I had the courage and trusted. How you could be so detached, left all of a sudden, like you find no place worthy of staying.

There seems to be answers to every question but answers do not answer necessarily. Memories left behind. There are something unique, something horrible too. I cant forget but I dont want to recall. Yet I would never deny, like you do, it is probably the very thing I could never agree to disagree on. Oh, see, there's a part of you embedded in me now. 

I think the kid in me died. Someone strangled her. I am helpless. Seeing her die is all I can do. No reason or logic would help to resurrect her. I was proud of her, and thought she would live with me all my life.

I cried, maybe just to show I still feel, be it because of love, disappointment or simply, I cant control myself at times. Is it really important to understand? Actions are actions, and everything else, are merely interpretations or signifiers. From city to city we travelled together, those static moments, I wonder how our story is like in your eyes. If mine is the same as yours. Maybe they are different, very different.