Giving Up

I am giving up. I’ve been trying, in my own little ways, probably oblivious to you, because you are one of the people in my life whom I love the most. Who I have always believed was a part of who I was, but lately, it’s been difficult to believe so. It takes two hands to clap, you know. I do have high expectations, but I am also generally tolerant, and try to see the best and people, making excuses for others, shielding them when I can. And yet, lately, I find myself so frustrated, and disappointed, time and time again- that I start wondering whether it’s time to let go. I almost don’t dare to speak of what goes on, because I never know what may come back. I’ve not been happy, I was going to spill it, as I always do, but held my tongue- I might just get more upset, with you.

I guess, people come and go, much as I rather believe otherwise. Or maybe good times, that comes, and then goes as swiftly. Maybe it’s me and the expectations I impose upon others, but it has left me sad, and that I can’t help. But you’re still special, just seemingly changed.

It’s in your hands, if its worth your while, because, I am that close to giving up.

Enough, is enough. And I guess, that applies to me as well.

You and I, the things we accuse other of- I'm beginning to think we're no different.