Day 32.
How we ended was as unprecedented as how we began.
It came as a shock, mostly from my end.
I didn't really know what I did or did not do to have him feel the way he did.
It's no use to defend myself this time, but in all proverbial sense, I was just being myself.
I told him I was moody, but he still took the risk, both to stay and to leave.
The change that had to be done from my end came very sluggishly, as if taking its sweet time to fully mold itself into something both profoundly symbiotic on both parties.
He, however, changed overnight.
I liked it at first, the thought of him totally walling-in all his then-transparent affect, totally had me fully geeking-out to associating with Sen. Amidala's "I don't know you anymore." speech.
But that instance was something that I can't pause, rewind and playback a million times.
That was an 8-year investment.
So, he walked out the same way he initially walked-in to my life... so sudden.
I might have done something worse than having him look at me in pity after drastically trying to win him back by tormenting myself [which we both have done to each other on very minimal occasions], but, no. If he had been the rational person that I've known him to be, it most certainly should and could not be it.
And so, after dissecting every detail to the least preferred people that I'd have to approach to for console [my family], I have initially, but not so convincingly sold-out to, concluded that he's turning cold feet. However, the theory that struck me the most was, surprisingly, from my Dad.
"He's just not that into you."
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