Thursday.

I cannot say Iam okay and i could not also say that everything will be fine.

Thursday night was one of the worst nights of my life.

I did not see it coming

You were the person whom I believe won't ever hurt me, physically.

You were too afraid to hurt me,or so I thought.

Yet, as soon as I got out of the cab, you held my right hand real tight and pulled me on the dark area of the street just in time for my shift.

I was too embarass to react...afraid that you might hurt me, or slap me.

You were shouting and repeatedly telling me am so unfair.

I did not ask you to do things for me in the event that we will iron the things between us.

I just want to be in peace with my thoughts, in peace with the friendship we did share.

It will be two days and it's been a year since the flat tire in Espana...where our wacky friendship and story started.

I wanted to remember the good days...yet the Thursday encounter was too hard to handle for me..it still is actually.

No matter how sorry you are...

Cant forget that night.

My right hand is still hurting.

Wounds and bruise may heal but not the thought thatt you hurt me...intentional or not...you did hurt,tried to hurt me..same thing.

I just wish you know how hurt Iam...

Too much love,too much hurt...wont work after all.

Let's leave things as they are and just move on...

Iam trying to, I guess.