thus, the exode...

why do i always fall for the wrong guy...


... and so it ended
as was expected...

it did hurt nevertheless...

especially when he told me
how much he loves her

it hurts even more to know
that my existence in his life was unwanted
that i was just a mere distraction
that i was the evil one, the antagonist
in his oh-so-perfect love story


and yet, despite everything,
i still love him...

was it right for me to take all the blame?
well, what can i say...
after all, i brought this to myself, haven't i?
i knew it would come,
just didn't expect it would hurt as much
as it does now


most of the times, we try to find meanings in all things
as if there's a reason for everything
as if the people we meet
serve a purpose in our lives
when really, in some occasions,
things just happen for no reason at all...
people come and go...
just that...
plain and simple...

you fall in love,
it didn't work, apparently
you realized that you have put yourself
in some bizarre fantasy world
where you can have whatever your heart desires

then you wake up one day,
and you find out that everything was just a dream
some dream that died long before it had the chance to live
and no matter how painful it is,
you just have to accept the fact
That to him, you are nothing...

were those few stolen moments worth it?
perhaps...
perhaps not...

but like you always say to yourself,
you cannot undo things that already happened...