I made a decision, which even at that time of making it, I knew I'd regret, but I thought I am strong enough to make it through.
I was strong. I was making it through.
But I was happier before I made that decision.
That decision was of course, me leaving the girl I liked.
I decided to leave because of what society expected me to be with; I left because I was insecure about "us"; I left because I was a jealous freak; and I left because I felt I was taken for granted.
Having realized during that one month of absence that she was still part of my every day, and I struggled finding things that would make me smile, I came back. I was depressed without her. She was depressed without me, too.
Though I am back, we aren't the same as we used to be. There are things I have to prove yet again, but being a little more mature since before I left, I am willing to take the challenge and wait for however long it will take for us to be the way we used to be and hopefully, inevitably, back to together.