What happened to us.? When did things start going wrong? Was it the day i told you that i can no longer do middle grounds or the day i introduced you to her, knowing very well in my heart i didnt want to, but i did anyways, because u did. May be it the culmination of all the hurt that i had inflicted on myself for your happiness, which you so very conveniently never noticed thats making words coming out of my mouth soo sharp today. May be its the promise that i made to my self, all those teary nights,when i had to sew my shattered pieces all alone, to never make my self small to fit your views. How do i recognise if the short fuse that i have when i talk to you is because you led me to believe that it was all in my head or because i am finally standing up for myself.?