miscellaneous

We surprised.
We predict what will happen. We choose to make it happens.
Or is it still the magic by the universe?
Yeah, whatever it is.. I take it as we took the turn from the universe, we predict that we will be over.

Actually, our relationship was meant to end.
We knew it the moment we laid eyes on each other, it is inevitable.

We fooled ourselves, we carve the pains over and over.

Apologies you have to experience this.
Stay strong.

I can not sleep, not because I miss you. Or probably I do.

Or probably because today is supposed to be our 3rd anniversary. If you ever care.

But, as far as I know you, you won't.

Or maybe, I need more years to fully understand you.

But hey, you should at least appreciate my 3 years-or-more achievement of trying to understand you.

You know that was hard, right?

Here I am.

Complaining over our relationship.

We did not make it. As predicted, eh?

We were trying. Or. I was trying.

But okay, lets just say it was us.

Eventhough I don't really remember what did you do to make us "happen".

Let it pass, it won't matter anyway.

This writing won't matter, you won't even read it.

Our talks don't matter, you do not even reply to my texts.

I really hope someday you look on my pages, and realize that you've lost something.

I don't need to mention how much I loved you.

Not so happy, failed, anniversary.

I hope you don't get anyone better than me.