For you

I am neither heartless nor unmerciful. When you looked at me out of desperation, I really felt that there was nothing between our never-attached bonds. The deepest part of my heart just told me that you are not for me and I am not for you. I am sorry for not giving those sparks of fireworks to you. But you can't shower me with thousands of gifts for I am not a doll living in a store. And, for me, seeing your name going along with every single text was like unstopping wakeup alarms in the middle of my tight sleep.

I am just not longing to be in a unity that I know would head for a steep cliff.
So, would you please step aside and let me walk my own way?