You’re a good friend to me. Like an older sibling. Let’s please keep it this way. I don’t wish to treat you like a stranger all over again. It’s tiring. Please move on. I’m not the one.
The worst feeling ever is to be misunderstood by people whom you thought are close to you. Wronged, misunderstood, mistaken. Nobody chose to clarify. Nobody.
Fuck it.
I’m really tired. I’m afraid yet I know I deserve it. It’s fucked up. Don’t tell me things like you understand my position because you’re not me and so you don’t. I tried but no cooperation. It’s fucking frustrating. I’m going to lose it soon….
It’s for you. I do hope we could talk. You can’t just swallow everything down. Friends are supposed to be there when you need someone to talk to. Whatever it is, I’ll wait till you’re ready to get everything out of your system. Don’t run away if you are.
Just let go. I’m lost myself. I can’t give anything and I have no intention to. There are so much pressures pressing onto me but I’m keeping quiet. I don’t know what’s hurt anymore. I’m numb to it. I don’t wish to be hurting you but if I have to, I will. It’s for your good. I’m sorry.
When you’re in love, everything you hear is the truth. When you’re out of love, the truth somehow became lies. There’s supposed to be beauty in love, dammit!
If you have the capability of hurting people, you should have the capability to accept hurt from other people. It’s always a two way thing.
It was the purest of love, for me. I understood what it was to love someone. The pain that came after that was almost too hard for me to bear but it was all part of love. I won’t deny, I still have a soft spot and I guess I’ll always have one. But, for now, let things rest. We’ve both moved on. Stop looking back because I won’t.
It was hard to move on but I’m comfortable as it is now. Everybody made mistakes. Whatever happened between us was caused by us and perhaps others played a part in making things worse. Whatever it was, apologies were accepted and the friendship remained. How strong it will be, only time will tell. How much I love you or how much you love me, only we can account for ourselves. There may be doubts from other people and all but we’re both grownups and I’m sure we’re aware of the picture we painted together before. It was genuine on my part, that’s all I can say. Now, we’ve moved on with our lives. Goodbye, lover. Hello, friend.
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