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?