I thought you were the one. Though some time I might seem unsure, but I always know, it's you. I think that happened when I figure I would rather work this thing out instead of finding the perfect one. I thought you will never leave me, at least, not you having second thought on us. I really, really believed that you will never let me go.
You know I love you right? Never-minding the 14,000km distance and timezone. I was happy to do that. Happy to see your face every night, in front of my Mac. Was so excited about our future life, the life we planned, you planned. I know its my bad to remember everything so well, so deeply and clearly. I should've know promises were only promises and valid when you are in a good mood. I miss you, I really do. But I just can't stand the way we are now.
Stop asking me if we still stand a chance but turn around and show me what do you think with your action. It is so mentally draining, honestly. I love you, but the disrespect are so loud to the extend that I can no longer ignore. We need that goodbye. This is our ending, by you.
Today was supposed to be our 4th anniversary. Time is such a weird thing. It brings people to you and take them away, makes you wonder why does it even let you guys meet at the first place. To create happy memories then live with the pain for the rest of our life? No thanks, I really don't want that anymore.
Thank you, you really broke my heart.
