FIRST. You have the right to get mad at me. You can say all the hurtful things you want to say for I admit I was wrong. I tried everything. I thought we’ll make it through. I thought I would be able to reciprocate what you’ve given me. What I did was terrible. I might have enjoyed some parts of it but that was all it. We can’t continue the journey together because what we had lacked the most important ingredient of all.
You were always there for me. You’ve been so patient and didn’t ask for anything back. I guess I just used you. I bruised you and broke you into pieces. I can’t do that anymore. You got so obsessed and I want to be freed. Hence, I turned my back without saying goodbye. I have to leave before the fire starts to burn me, us, and turn us into ashes.
SECOND. You made me feel those butterflies inside my tummy. You made me the happiest person on earth. I was in love. You held my hand so tight like you didn’t want to let go. We both felt the heat of the moment. I still wish it was all true. I made you feel special. You did the same for me. I thought it was love. I was sure it was. But somewhere in between, there’s this feeling that you’re just using me.
You left without saying anything, but then you came back. I can’t let things be the way they were. The times we weren’t together taught me to drive those butterflies away. Now, you need me but I can’t be with you anymore. I guess love fades or it wasn’t love after all.
THIRD. You know how to get me. Your eyes seem to say something. They stare at me like they want something. I can’t be sure though. I have the tendency to sensationalize my feelings and I don’t want this to happen between you and me. I admit that I’ve gone crazy. I enjoy talking to you. I don’t ever want to miss a day without you. But you know what? You just love the chase and I’m tired of following you around.
So instead of dreaming, I’ll just sit down and eat chocolates.
FOURTH. You’re such a flirt and I have to hold back. Tonight is when you arrived. I don’t know what tomorrow holds for us.
