Leftist Movement

I just feel like I goofed. 

I was trying to turn water into wine, believing in the good in people, trusting that there were true emotions involved, and fighting it with a dose of positivity. In between all the sweet words and texts, my stupid head and heart goofed itself into believing amazing was possible. This is the same feeling I had when this started but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I just knew that I didn't want to let this person get close to me because it would hurt when we separated. Oh, I had so many nightmares about us separating, fighting via texts, right from the very first day we met. Can you believe it that I predicted it that early? 

And then came August when I had the guts to stake my stance and say goodbye (way before all the humiliation and anger started) I should have said it and kept on moving, left the stage while the applause was highest. That was when things turned around. I don't know what I thought. You start wondering at which point did I get so stupid, why was I blind to the unrequited affections, to the tell-tale signs that this person is casually in retreat while your stupid self is just surging ahead. I just totally goofed. I was leaning right while he was stealthily leaning to the far left. A total goof at love. 

On a very cold Monday evening, in the midst of Hurricane Sandy, while on my treadmill sometime around 6pm, I finally summoned up enough guts to say goodbye. Again. For the last time. And this time I meant it. The flip-flopping is over. The goofing off period has ended. Let the leftist go left and let me patiently go right - to find love. Everyone else was right. It is time to (finally) Move On.