N number of missed calls and text messages.
No more. No more.
I’m sick and tired of waiting and wishing for you to approach me and say sorry straight to my face.
I’m sick and tired of the confusion.
I’m sick and tired of all of these.
I may not be fully mature as of now, but I am definitely better than I was before in our relationship.
No more tears. No more hopes of going back together. No regrets.
Jealousy is an essential element of any relationship but not the foundation. I’ve come to learn that if he ever cheats on me, it’s his loss and not mine.
We may have shared a lot of memories enough to fill my mind and heart, yet I have to accept that in life, things don’t just go as planned. He is my first love and first heartbreak. And no one can take that place from him. But life goes on. No matter how much I love(d) him, I have to move on. Somebody out there will be more than happy to lift me out of this misery. He will love me more than he has loved me. If he truly loved me, he won’t let me go. He won’t let me through this hardship. He will stay with me even though I’m immature. I was too blind in love to see that through. But now, I know.
And to my future last-boyfriend-soon-to-be-husband: whoever you are, I know that someday, you’re going to feel me something I have yet to feel. :)
He said I’m not the one for him. Thanks for the heartbreaking eye-opener.