Hello pretty people,

As soon as the year kicked off, my life had become too personal to be written down here. For that, I opted to get back to basic which is jotting them all down in a diary. Decisions, we come across them every waking hour. As most of you are already aware of, I ended my nineteen months long relationship not long ago. Some may see it as an act of selfishness, while few prefer not to judge. He was an amazing boy, no doubt. But given time, anything can fade. Yes I agree that he has flaws, but that doesn't come close to being the reason why I ended things. I accepted his flaws because no one in this world is born flawless. And no, it wasn't because of any fights. We barely had any misunderstandings. It was a smooth ride for a whole eighteen months, but things changed after that. He got caught up with something and we started falling apart slowly but surely. It felt like I barely know him, he had become a stranger. He wasn't the same boy that I took eleven months to fall in love with. Although he was busy, that didn't mean he stopped loving me. Yes, I get that. It was me who fell out of love. That may have sounded selfish, but I don't expect anyone to understand why I threw away nineteen months just like that. People have their own ways in looking at things, that is something I don't have the power nor the strength to change. So I'll let you judge all you want because it doesn't matter, no one would understand unless they've been in my shoes. I'm not asking for sympathy, neither am I asking you to side me. What I've learnt from all of this is that, hurting someone hurts more than being hurt yourself. I'm still living in guilt for what I did to him. You don't just leave someone and not feel bad about it. I'm helping him to move on by carrying out his one and only favour, to stay as friends. I don't mind, because he surely is a great person and a good friend. Plus, I owe him that much. I would do anything to make things right again, although it doesn't include us getting back with each other. To let go doesn't mean to stop caring, because I still do care about him. Just not in the same way anymore. At the end of the day, I'm glad that we are in good terms and I can still call him, my friend.

Perfect couldn't keep this love alive, I'm sorry.

Yours truly,

22:24

Hello pretty people,

As soon as the year kicked off, my life had become too personal to be written down here. For that, I opted to get back to basic which is jotting them all down in a diary. Decisions, we come across them every waking hour. As most of you are already aware of, I ended my nineteen months long relationship not long ago. Some may see it as an act of selfishness, while few prefer not to judge. He was an amazing boy, no doubt. But given time, anything can fade. Yes I agree that he has flaws, but that doesn't come close to being the reason why I ended things. I accepted his flaws because no one in this world is born flawless. And no, it wasn't because of any fights. We barely had any misunderstandings. It was a smooth ride for a whole eighteen months, but things changed after that. He got caught up with something and we started falling apart slowly but surely. It felt like I barely know him, he had become a stranger. He wasn't the same boy that I took eleven months to fall in love with. Although he was busy, that didn't mean he stopped loving me. Yes, I get that. It was me who fell out of love. That may have sounded selfish, but I don't expect anyone to understand why I threw away nineteen months just like that. People have their own ways in looking at things, that is something I don't have the power nor the strength to change. So I'll let you judge all you want because it doesn't matter, no one would understand unless they've been in my shoes. I'm not asking for sympathy, neither am I asking you to side me. What I've learnt from all of this is that, hurting someone hurts more than being hurt yourself. I'm still living in guilt for what I did to him. You don't just leave someone and not feel bad about it. I'm helping him to move on by carrying out his one and only favour, to stay as friends. I don't mind, because he surely is a great person and a good friend. Plus, I owe him that much. I would do anything to make things right again, although it doesn't include us getting back with each other. To let go doesn't mean to stop caring, because I still do care about him. Just not in the same way anymore. At the end of the day, I'm glad that we are in good terms and I can still call him, my friend.

Perfect couldn't keep this love alive, I'm sorry.

Yours truly,

22:24
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