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9.3.11
I finally got the guts to type it out. To say how I really feel and let everyone read it. I never needed confirmation. I may not be there physically but im definitely not stupid for a start. I don’t have to see it or hear it to believe anything. I trusted myself for that matter. I listened to my heart. And I could never go wrong. Even when everyone was telling me that I was going to make the biggest mistake in my life, I took a gamble and went for it. I loved every second treasured every moment and the least I could do was believe in a chance sincerely.

But I guessed that wasn’t enough. Even if it meant that I would go through the extra limit to do anything for you. I believed in you. I put my faith in everything you do. I trusted every promise you made. I hoped that in sickness and in health, in poor and in wealth, in life and in death I could turn to you. That was my belief. As simple as that. i love you for who you really were. for your real roots. Your friends, every single one of them. Your likes and dislikes. I accepted you as a whole.

But it seems not every fairy tale has a happy ending.
I can ask for the stupidest things any girl could ask for. Like be the only girl you dote and take care of. Be the only girl you’re nice to. But why ask for the impossible? Why expect something so sky-high when truth fact is I know it will never happen?

Why continue when we can hardly hear each other out without having to pick a fight the next moment?

Why even continue when your friends thinks that someone worthy will come for you someday? Up yours la motherfuckers. Ive had enough .

There’s more that I could say. But why should I even waste my time talking about it
this is really enough.


If you ever change , or situations change, insyaallah.