But because of a moment's fear, because of your naivety, you created a vortex of cover-ups in which everyone got sucked into. Rather than treating me as your closest confidante, you chose to embark on a different path with consequences you know you had to bear. Rather than running the risk of a major fight between us, you chose to let her manipulate you, and once she started, there was no end...till now.
I wish I could tell you that I forgive you. But I don't. I don't forgive you for sidelining me before you made that choice of yours. I don't forgive you for not raising the alarm about her earlier, way before she could put her filthy paws into this. I don't forgive you for agreeing to her conditions.
It was a CHOICE. No matter how much threat you faced, it was still a choice. Yes, you chose to give in to protect me from whatever emotional damage she might do to me, you chose to cover up so that I would never know when it blew over, when it was over and done for. You chose to take a risk.
But has it not dawned upon you that I was already slowly dying day by day from all the stories you weaved, from all the pain inflicted because of all this? Have you not realised that your choice was the reason why it was so hard for us in the first place? Because you made it worse, you made it so difficult to be with you, and you made it so difficult to believe because of your stupid, silly decision.
You tread too carefully and the chances of slipping are higher. It was carelessness and recklessness on your part.
If I said I want to start all over again, I would be lying to myself because I know certain things are way beyond repair.
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