in fact, it never stops.

I'm not very sure of what reason actually, causing me to feel this way, but somehow I feel like I was sharing your love. The woman that you were trying to please, me and your mother. Evidently, comparing the rights that I have for you and what she has on you is absurdly to be compared. You can't lie, what we had, the bond, is gold, or at least  for me. After that incident on July, I observe you. I can't lie I missed you so much and up till now it still hurts. I'm just keeping my faith with me, because everything happen for a reason. That particular thing, the break up, the only thing that I can't seem to find the reason behind it, yet. Then I see you talking to the girls who has been trying to get your attention all this while even while you were in relationship with me, and how do you possibly think that make me feel? I don't know. I remember the nights I spend crying just to digest the fact that I was prohibited from talking to you, seeing you or even be friends with you and these people can? That has cause me another reason to hate myself for all the stupid things I did along the way. I don't really like fighting, especially when it comes to this. Maybe to you I'm just a chapter, but as for me you were the book. I never really show how awful this has caused me and you seemed fine. Its not fair for me to assume that you're okay, but I see that you are.




                                         


you just don't get it huh.

just so you know, its not cool to know stuff about me through others, just not, even if you care and I appreciate that. That is what being friends are for.