For the first time,
that doubt has come.
I make myself deaf, when anyone, everyone questioning my choice.
I make myself blind, when the truth spread before my eyes.
I make myself numb. Numb enough to shut all the pain that stabbed repeatedly before just because I trusted my choice.
I make myself believe that someday you will understand, accept me for my being and be grateful, cherish for what we had.
But first time in 4 years 3 months and 4 days,
that doubt has come.
Now it is matter of fate. I won't choose anymore.
