Feb 22 2007 marks the one-year I've known you.
One year..
Has it really only been one year?
How can so many things happen in just one year?
Sometimes I wish I didn't meet you.
But if I didn't, I wouldn't know what it means to really like someone.
Maybe even to the extent of love.
Love, do I really love you?
I really like you. I really did.
Stupid, I think I'm really stupid.
Sigh…
Hearing you say you love me, I'm happy yet there’s a weird feeling with it.
Wondering if you mean it or not.
Actions speak louder than words.
Thanks for letting me know.
You didn't have to say anything.
This time, I'm quite sure you're gone for good.
Hurt, yes. Pain, definitely.
But what can I do, you chose to leave once again.
There’s nothing I can do.
And this time, I’m not going to ask why.
Ask anything.I’m just gonna let you go.
It’s your decision, there’s nothing I can do.
Today's the 1st of Feb 2007.
It's been one month plus since you left.Fast isn't it?
Thinking back, I don’t know why you had to leave when I was in Korea.
You suck to take the opportunity when I wasn’t around to turn around and just
walk away like that.
What’s left with me aren’t happy memories.
Other memories though, are still vividly clear in my mind.
It's sad how you only left me with them, and not of our happy times.
I used to think, if I persevere [sp?] and not give up, believing and trusting
whole-heartedly, you would believe it.
Yes, you did, after so long.
I was glad I didn't give up then.
But once again, you chose to throw it away.
And again, you left me there, wondering what I did wrong.
Now that I think of it, I feel so stupid.
If I've chosen to let go and not hang on, things would turn out differently.
Come to think of it, I want to thank you still.
For things that are better left unsaid.
There were so many happenings this month, keeping me on my hands and feet; I
didn't have much time to go think of you and what you did to me.
RAIN and Fei lun hai kept me busy and drained out of my energy. (x)
Now that they've left S'pore, it's projects and tests time. [Sighs.]
I'm quite please with myself for throwing you in the back of my mind and
refusing to go think of you and stuff.
Though you may creep quietly and unknowingly into my head once in a while, the
feelings of pain and hurt you've engraved onto me isn't as deep as before.
I guess I'm slowly and quietly forgetting about us.
Or maybe I’m just refusing to accept the fact that you’re gone.
Whatever it is, you are for sure, someone I'll remember for the rest of my life.
This would be my last time mentioning you anywhere.
From now on, you'll just be a part of my past, a special part, kept hidden deep
down in my heart. Wherever you are, I hope you're doing well.
Love,
Me