I know that you're having a blast right now but just so you know, you haven't left my mind. After a full consideration, I have decided to write this because honest to god, I can't take the pain anymore. Whether you're here or not here with me, it hurts like hell. But to see you becoming the person I clearly hate, pains me even more.
You want to talk about trust? You give me every reason to doubt you. You think by telling me the truth, would make me feel okay. You think by lying, would save me from the heartache. Did you ever think by not doing 'that' would actually save us from this torturous situation? No. I hate your excuses, I hate your reasons. I hate listening to the overplayed stories about you and your friends. I am not a kid, I won't be fed to your stories an just be happy with it. I'm not like that.
I just wish you'd grow up and be a man.
I love you but this pain has got to stop.
For once, think about MY feelings instead of yours.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Ring ring ring...
"Hey, how are you?"
"I'm fine, what's up? You ni jarang je call I"
"Uhm, can we meet up?"
So she drove to the place where they used to meet back then. The place where their ancient love took place, the place where they fell in love and also the place where they fell out of love. He was smoking his favorite cigarette while she just looked at him because he looked so different. He looked messy.
He sighed and then he asked, "Who was the last person who made you truly happy?"
She was surprised with his question and she wasn't hasty with her answer. She gave him one name and it wasn't his even though he's her first love.
"Why did you ask?"
"How do you make someone happy, like genuinely happy?", he asked.
She could hear the frustration in his voice. She moved an inch closer to him and gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Aren't you happy now?", she asked.
He shook his head and threw the cigarette butt just inches away from his feet.
"So who made you genuinely happy last?", she added.