The End

27th Nov '09 marks the end of our relationship. I had not seen him for 2 weeks and this day, he was back from Bangkok. I wanted to pick him at the airport as usual but he said no. I went anyway and waited for him. His decision was final. His love for me had ended.

Life's tough after that. I'm not used to not having him around. I can't stop thinking of him or what's he doing when he's not with me. I thought of our past, read the letters and little notes he used to write to me. I still can't believe it's over. It had never occured to me that this would happen, probably that's why I've taken things for granted. It was my bad. At times, I really hated myself. I hated myself for not cherishing well enough the times we had together, the things he'd done for me.. I thought I found my happiness, I asked for a chance, only to hear him say the feeling was gone. It really hurts. Guess I'm just too dependent on the man I thought was mine.

Oftentimes we say goodbye to the person we love without wanting to. Though that doesn't mean that we've stopped loving or we've stopped to care. Sometimes goodbye is a painful way to say I love you.