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I can feel this tiny spark of excitement, and somehow this emptiness. I'm missing him--too badly. I can still recall that feeling, all those times when I'd check my phone knowing I can expect him to send me a message for even once within the day.

That sense of completeness when although were not together, yet knowing he's there for me. Those times when I always had someone to share things with, someone to share my thoughts with, someone to share this passion with.

Now I could not expect of him any longer. He will not be there anymore. Avoid him as much as I can. The wall of pride will serve as divide.

Why should I lose my life out of letting him slip down though my hands. He's been my greatest gift with a ribbon on it. But now I'm seeing everything he lacks.

Losing him should have cut through so deep. Yet the many times he's failed me helped me move on in just a day and not dwell much on the depression state since we called it off when we still continued with our 'unfinished business'.


I'm sot supposed to hate him. This could only be an aftermath of the feeling of having been tricked. I was not stupid enough to just be tricked by an 'immature boy'. I wanted it.

And then this-- Just when I thought all is well, when all is going monotonously boring, he said STOP.  We end it.  It's over. And now I'm left with no hopes of coming back. no, not him. It could be anybody else but NOT him.

Things always went on with complete spontaneity. None if it was planned.  From the time we met, to the time we fell, to the time we concluded it.

He always seemed true. Yet I never could recall I felt his love was real. I simply held on to it. With no plans of letting go. But fate has its own way of breaking things apart. When you'd come to think this will never come to an end, for no reason you can find to cause an end to this 

seemingly perfect relationship,  there you will find yourself looking for some piece of thrill. 

Should I still hope further? Will he be coming back? I guess not. Nor will I ever take him back. Enough is enough. He's hurt me that much that I've become so immune to the pain he has been causing me since the beginning of us.

The story of us seems like a tragedy now. No happily ever after, I'll just have to find someone who know how to treat me better. Someone sensitive enough that I'm here and that I exist.