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Monday, October 11, 2010

Well, we broke up, on 3 Oct, a total of 1 year and 3 months.

Alot of things happen between us, and we would have end it months ago. But i chose to hold on, the last time when we almost broke up, believing that things would naturally get better. But who knows, it got worse.

Thinking back of those fond memories, when we first met, when we went on our first date, and those small little significant things that we did. It hurts to say goodbye, but i believe that this was the best way to solve the conflict between us and stop inflicting pain on each other.

I always thought that he was the one, refusing to believe my loved ones that he wasn't my Mr Right. I thought i could prove them wrong. I thought i could change him, and making him a better person. But how naive i was. I was just like a gangster to him, talking sarcastically, behaving like a spoilt brat, and not worth of anything. What i did was never enough. Felt like a dog, being beckoned and shouted at. Maybe this is part and parcel of a relationship ? hmm..

On the day to say goodbye, my heart feels like a thousand knifes cutting through. It hurts like one fucking shit, and his name was just like a bomb, triggering off my tears to flow each and every time i hear his name. Haven't been feeling like that for a long time. The feeling wasn't good, but thank god i had a bunch of friends standing by me during those hard times. I knew i had to get past him, and he's just a past, and life should carry on.

Friends have been telling me, he's not a guy worth my tears, and time would eventually heal it, but it's all talk. It's easier said than done. He could take away everything, but not those fond memories that he has left in my heart.

Everything went back to almost normal for me, except that once in a while memory flashback in my brain. School's starting in a week's time, time to be lone ranger in school again. HAHA. Oh well, it's the second sememster for year 2, should really buck up and stop skipping lectures.

Well, what's done is done, no use pondering over what's lost, but to treasure what is in front of me. All thanks to that particular someone who has been with me all these while, and making my day. Thanks J. :)

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Desiree a.k.a Li Hia
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