Now that you’ve finally realized that his world does not revolve around you anymore, that his heart no longer belongs to you, then maybe you should finally help yourself in living the next chapter in your life. What’s the sense in hoping that he still loves you? Aren’t you being unfair to him? Aren’t you being unfair to yourself? Have you forgotten the time when you told yourself that you want to see him smile genuinely again even if it means shedding your tears for it? If it’s the “threat” that’s making him smile again, then so be it. You have no right over who his heart chooses anymore. Well, you don’t even have the right for it in the first place.

Now, for the consolation…aren’t you glad that there’s someone new again in your life? Someone who is way much better than that high-pride jerk who just wasted your time and chance? Think of it this way…when you first found out that he loves you ages ago, you didn’t like him in the first place, right? Then after all that he did for you, you just found yourself falling for him. Just think positive. You’re just starting with that someone new right now. Don’t pressure yourself. Just go with the flow. Don’t be unfair to this someone new as well. Just think that he can also be as funny as him, be as cheesy as him, and be like him. Don’t think that you can never like this someone new because he is not him. How can you move on with your life if you continue thinking and being like this?

So remember, don’t ever think that nobody can ever replace him just because he loved you like that. Some other person who is right for you can love you like that as well.

I deeply understand that you’re truly sick and tired of feeling hurt and crying silently because of this. I can feel you. You definitely don’t deserve being like this. But you don’t want him to see you miserable again because of this, do you? Leave a little pride for yourself, girl.

You can do it…yes, you can do it…small goals at a time, girl…small goals…

I know that it’s really hard, but you just have to keep on trying.

All emotional pain lasts for 12 minutes. Anything longer than that is self-inflicted.—And it was really nice to know that I’m not a total masochist anymore. =)

Silence
Like a long, weary night.
Silence
Like truth too hard to let go.

Empty hallways, empty spaces.
Silence prevails
Like an ordinary day.
Actions mean nothing,
No words being spoken.
Yet hearts do speak
Silently, honestly.
Longing to connect
To each other for so long.
The nights are cold,
But the enduring passion
Remains to warm
Our solitary days.

However honesty
Has become too much.
The only thing that is left for us
Are stolen glances.
Few, stolen glances
That are remnants
Of a love that is found and lost.

And it was the first sight of her that prompted me to think that she was a threat.

I could see it in your ways, in your looks.

She was cute, probably your type.

I thought I was the only one who could do this.

Now, everything’s like a karma coming back to me.

But it’s because I didn’t have a choice anymore. It was the only option available for me to move on.

In just a snap of a finger, seeing you brings back that painful pang in my heart.

The present indeed likes me, and I like him as well.

I should already be happy with this blossoming romance right now.

But seeing you with another one still gives me that slight, hurtful feeling.

Why do I have to feel this way? Why does this feeling have to linger after everything that has happened?

I just hate it.

Or perhaps it’s because of the fact that

After all these times,

I still haven’t really let go of the idea that you still have that undying love for me…

That you still love me after you have set me free.

I know…because I can still feel it.

And knowing that that idea might finally break slowly before my eyes definitely haunts me.

Well,

Even though I’m now gradually giving my heart to someone else,

A part of my heart is still with you.

I love you.

And one day I’m sure I can finally admit that to you, when the right time has come for me to say those words to you.

I love you.

The moment of truth has finally come to test that love of mine for you…

To wish you all the happiness in the world even if it means hurting myself…

To see you smile genuinely again even if it means shedding my tears for it.

I don’t want to see you sad and broken again.

But sometimes, it’s really hard not to be a self-centered being.

Why does real love have to be this hard?