Sunday, July 19, 2009
9:36 AM
Love makes us act like we are fools.-Moulin Rouge
Remember the rose you gave me on Valentine's Day?
Remember the leather jacket you lent me when I was cold?
Remember you bought me the gold wallet I wanted so very much?
Remember the outfit I wore for our anniversary?
All of those things might have been trivial, but there's one more thing that's important, and you seem to have forgotten it as well.
Remember that I love you?
It seems the answer is no, and this is why I decided to end it.
It hurts too much to even spare a second for this feeling of hurt, that the world is crashing down onto my shoulders and I can't take the weight alone.
Alex, you're supposed to be my pillar. My saviour. My hero. But when I fell back, you weren't there to catch me. When I struggled to take the weight alone, you didn't help me.
And no matter what I say about loving you, truth be told I hate you too. Because you made me feel special, and I really thought you loved me. I hate you for that, and I hate you because I still love you and I can't seem to stop.
Tiffany, Joyce, I really need to be with you girls and talk things out. I bought a ticket to France already, and I'll see you soon, and I'll look for you guys. It won't be hard to find you.
I've already been through the hardest.