This is it.

This is it.

This is it.


I couldn’t count how many times I cried for you. Every time you make me feel that I am worth nothing for you. Every time you get on with your life and do your thing and have time with me whenever you have a spare time. I am tired of being the spare. I love you still but you ripped a hole in my heart. All those small things you have done created a huge block in my heart that at the end of the day, I can no longer feel the love you have for me, if there was any. My heart was filled with bitterness and my days were pure sadness. Sadness and worthless hopes. Hopes that one day, you’ll say sorry for neglecting me. But I guess you are too good to say sorry.

They say forgive, but how can I forgive you if you are too proud to ask for it. Or maybe I am just not worth your effort. I know. I understand.

I am letting you go now. Please remember that I have loved you, so damn much that it still hurts. I forgive you. I am letting you go.

Thanks for the fun memories we had.


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