I started to fall out of love with you as soon as I started to fall in love with myself.

There really was no specific time or place that would fully disclose the feelings that came and left. I, myself, don’t understand how we arrived back to being strangers when all these years all I wanted was to know you.

You were someone I felt comfortable with. I could listen to you for hours whining about the most irrelevant things and yet, it felt like listening to my favorite music. It felt like listening to a full album of my favorite songs, only you were the artist that spoke beats into my heart. Is this how you find your soulmate? I wondered each and everyday.

You were someone I wanted to travel the world with. I guess this stems from the impromptu invites you would always bother me about. And yet, I always said yes. You can take me anywhere and I wouldn’t mind. I imagined looking out the window, going to places you liked. Is this what falling in love meant? I questioned each and everyday.

You were someone I wanted to make a playlist for. I’m really not the type to speak a lot. Most of my thoughts stay as thoughts, opposite of you. But with you, my thoughts found a way to escape my mouth. Is this why they say opposites attract? I want to know.

You were someone I wished for to the stars. You were someone I thought would be my forever best friend. But, you were not.

As much as I felt comfortable with you, I felt uncomfortable with the way you never really listened to me. It was always a one way conversation. And with that, I found myself to be passive. I was always passive to how you treated me because I thought that if I just listened, maybe then while you were speaking we can meet eye to eye. Maybe then you would stop in the middle of your conversation and ask me, finally, how I felt.

As much as I wanted to travel with you, you never took me as your first option. I was a choice, but best believe me I am not. I am done with being just an option. I will travel, with or without you, because being with you made me realize that I don’t need someone like you to drive me anywhere. No thanks, I have my own license.

As much as I wanted to open up to you, you took the doors itself and shut it. You left because you were scared, so you shut me out. You left because you did not want to deal with someone who knew she deserved better.

Is this how you fall out of love? I want to know.