Counting the days, it’s now exactly a month since I wrote the letter. Though I don’t want to be shocked nor be ashamed about it, the past couple of weeks have been considerably my lowest low as a human being.
I still stick to one thing though, I don’t abhor that person. But then again as I reminisce our so-called precious moments, something twitches in my brain and says that I have been naïve since the very first day. I know it looks stupid, but can I help myself? Can I stop myself from falling? Or should I say, can I just stop myself from loving?
About fifteen minutes before midnight tonight, I saw that very person again: in the same spot where we used to hang out—apparently, with someone new(?).
My heart ached for a second or two; my mind slapped me hard on my face.
Let’s just touch the bittersweet reality: I still love that person, that person still doesn’t love me, and maybe, we’re not meant to be.
I still stick to one thing though, I don’t abhor that person. But then again as I reminisce our so-called precious moments, something twitches in my brain and says that I have been naïve since the very first day. I know it looks stupid, but can I help myself? Can I stop myself from falling? Or should I say, can I just stop myself from loving?
About fifteen minutes before midnight tonight, I saw that very person again: in the same spot where we used to hang out—apparently, with someone new(?).
My heart ached for a second or two; my mind slapped me hard on my face.
Let’s just touch the bittersweet reality: I still love that person, that person still doesn’t love me, and maybe, we’re not meant to be.
4 comments:
- apir!
var, everything will be alright. :)
=)
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Yeah.
Thanks Sky.
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