"You can't be so self-centred!"
That's was it. The deadly word being splurted out from his mouth during our heated argument. It hit me akin to hitting the nail right on the head. I literally had to jolt and relocate myself back to reality. A nimbus over my head. My self-esteem was brought right down to ground zero. Nothing. Silence seemed to engulf the whole situation perpetually.
Then....
Tears trickled down my cheeks. It hurt alot especially when it surfaced from someone who is very dear to my heart. Excruciating heartache. The feeling is far worse than having salt rubbed onto an infected wound with yellowish pus oozing out. My mind being thrown off into a whirlpool , in a whirring motion. Every nitty gritty of the things we once shared began to fill every single byte of space in my memory.
Perplexed.
Though he clarified that he was not pin-pointing anyone (me in particular) about being self-centredness, however, I am still perturbed over the whole issue. This really set me into thinking and did some soul-searching. Perhaps, I should pay more details of my body language and the way I convey my thinking and thoughts. At times, my good intentions are perversed at the final outcome.
Really gald that this WWIII is over because I am totally zonked out by the time we had our indifferences ironed out.