it's your choice

Yesterday I went to the city where our story began.
I swear that every corner of the city smells him.
Remember when you ride me with a bike? There was a sudden rain poured us. So we stopped and I bought you that stupid plastic rain coat.
Remember when we walked together? We watched a movie together while you said you were never interested to do such thing.
I remember every little thing about us.

It hurts, it still fucking hurts.
It takes everything in me to avoid you, to see you, to get near you.
I don't wanna be your friend anymore, I've been trying for years. It's impossible.

You know what? You choose to give up on me. You choose to not fight further. You choose to stop.
And I stupidly think of giving everything that it takes to you. I am stupid and I am the one who lost.
But you also lose me, someone like myself who wants to give everything she has just for you. And you choose to throw me away.