Things would never be the same .
How you want to be treated is how people will treat you .
What goes around comes around .
An eye for an eye .
All the above was what we commonly used .
Somewhat i managed to experience it all at once .
He used to pick me up for school .
He used to call me and text me all the time .
He used to meet me without fail after school .
He used to give me surprises .
He used to chat with me till mid night .
He used to sent long sweet messages randomly .
He used to care for me alot .
He used to get jealous with the slightest thing on earth .
He used to hugged me and held my hand .
He used to insisting of sending me home .
He used to make me happy even without a reason .
He used to only have me in his eyes .
He used to say i was his motivation .
He used to treat me like a princess .
He used to talk about future to me .
He used to go out with me .
He used to share ear piece with me .
He used to lean on me when he was tired .
He used to question if i love him .
He used to like the things i like .
He used to have the common things with me .
He used to walk with me by my side .
He used to look me in my eyes .
He used to be very patience towards me .
He used to push all the blame on himself even if it's my fault .
He used to pamper me with chocolate .
He used to make lunchbox for me .
He used to let me his shoulder when I'm tired .
He used to forbid me to be close to guys .
He used to study with me .
He used to do things with me .
He used to tell me everything .
He used to read my blogs .
He used to say things in his pm referring to me .
And ..
He used to said , I LOVE YOU .
It's was only till that night . When reality hit me real hard . The most hurtful things is not to know that you guy do not love you anymore . To me it hurt most when i know i was being ....
No doubt because of love i forgive and all i ask was him to treat me better to mend up the hole . Maybe he suddenly change but those words are just too hard and hurtful to take in . People's feeling is like a snowball it will accumulate .
Here comes the ugly fact . I get so paranoid when i sees you getting close to a girl . I'm upset with why am i treated differently . It hurts me most when i know that i just can't let go . No matter how much i force myself to ignored you i just can't . Irregardless how many time you push me away I'd thick-skinned and come back . I just keep on convincing myself that you still love me . However deep down my heart , there wasn't an answer to it .
Whenever i didn't call or text later it just meant i wanted you to call or text me instead .
Whenever i shunned away was because of seeking attention from you .
Whenever i acted happy i was actually hoping you'd laugh with me .
Whenever i said "okay lo don't meet" was just hint to make you said something that would make me stay .
Whenever i said I'm tired , i was waiting for you to lent me your shoulder .
Whenever i complaint about how loving other couples was , was because i want the loving you .
Whenever i offer my help to you just so you could notice me .
Maybe you're bored already .
Maybe you're done with me .
Maybe you're looking for another girl now .
I offen wonder what have i not done enough for this relationship ?
Do you take me for granted ?
Do you still love me like how you did in the first place .
The only thing that keeps me hanging on was because ...
You're the best boyfriend I've ever got .
Letting go is no longer a choice ,
because even if i have you i don't have your heart .
It just hurt me to see you sad or angry .
Since I'm used to giving in .
I don't mind suffering to see you happy .
I might not know what you really want now .
But i guess at least you would be happier ?
To people out there , stop envying other couples .
Cos you ain't know about what's inside .
Good times don't last .
Indeed they don't .
For now , i can just only hang on to those little fragments that has been left between us .
At the end , there is only 3 more months for me .
Cherish people , cherish things , cherish moments .
You might just missed it but it's never too late to start again .
Thanks for the memories .


