They say that when you love somebody, you’d take all the chances and risk whatever it takes just for that person. Even rejection.
People call me crazy for still being so in love with my ex but really, he’s not just an ex. He’s like everything to me. You’d understand if you have ever loved somebody so much you never thought you’d have to live without ‘em. This up coming April 2 is our supposed-to-be Anniversary and I’m gonna take this chance to go out with him. Maybe, just maybe, it can bring back our feelings. Maybe it can bring us back together. This is going to be the last chance I’m going to give to our love. And even if he rejects, I know I’ve tried my best for us and everything we’ve been through.
I hate your smile, because I know it’s not for me. I hate the way you look at her, because it reminds me of how you used to look at me. I hate your promises. I hate how you walk pass by my everyday and pretend nothing has ever happened between us. I hate how you act like I don’t exist. I hate you. I hate you so much for leaving me. But even if I hate you so, I can’t hate you more than how much I hate myself. I hate me. I hate how being “me” is never going to be enough. I just hate myself way too much for losing you. What I hate the most is myself.
I honestly didn’t find it surprising when you just completely stopped talking to me. I guess I kinda knew it was coming my way. I don’t know but honestly, I still, and I don’t think I would ever know why you left. It just seems like people are close with you for a short period of time, and they just leave, maybe simply because they got bored of you. I hate people like that, just stay, or don’t be close with me in the first place.