I could never forget the day we were together. I could never forget the day you told me you loved me. And I certainly would not be able to forget the day we went our ways. I was given the greatest gift of life, and I wasted that opportunity. That one chance that was given to me. I was so blinded, that I could not see the pain you were going through. For you were the only one to give me your love.
Am I creating all this problems from a figment of my mind? Or are they really there? I don’t really know what is right and wrong. I can never forget the day you left me. You never know the true value of a object until you lose it. This was no exception. Now that you have gone, I realise that I may not feel that feeling, that warm, soothing feeling of love again.
Or was what we had a lie? We hardly talked in person; all I had was words to comfort me. I’m not sure if you really meant it or not. It was all plain, pure words. Was that counted? I thought I had the world when we were together. But now I look at it, and I wonder, was it really the world? Or were it words? Words with empty meanings. I dreamt of the day that I would have a happy life with someone I truly care for.
But now it seems that I have been dreaming too much. Such things were impossible for me. I try so hard to impress the girl who holds my heart, but yet there are people who are completely new at this, and they don’t have to do much to win her over. I am jealous and yet disgusted. I hate to be so clichéd but life is certainly unfair. That is one thing that I have learnt up till now. I try so hard and fall so far. But in the end, does it really matter?
Now I’m torn up. Nothing left to believe in, not even in myself. Does really suffering another possible heartbreak and living past it? Or should I stop believing completely?