to the one who left,

i once loved a boy so much, it started to hurt. but before i loved him, i hurt him first.

he was the boy who, when hurt, hurts himself more. he punches the wall, curses himself, bangs his head, and many more. but he won't hurt you. he would be the first to ask for forgiveness even he's the one who's being done wrong, he wouldn't be ashamed to cry even when others are looking because he doesn't want want you to leave. he would find a way to talk to you no matter how hard it would be for him. 

but he's had enough, i suppose. it came to the point that the only thing he can do is to stop caring. he stopped telling how his day went, what caused his pain, why he's happy, i guess it's all because i'm not the reason anymore. he stopped loving...me. that's how i see it.

i have just been the same girl since the moment he loved me: the girl who always left. i was so confident, he told me he'll always love me, it'll always be me. but one thing happened: the moment i started to care, to listen, to stay, he was the one who began to leave.


we both know he'd find someone who would love him and treat him right and i wouldn't find someone who'd love me better than he did. i left several times but still came running back to him--one thing he'll never do, he gave up on me and i cannot turn back time and do the right thing.

it all ends here, i hope the next girl will love him so much and will take care of him, and will realize that he is such a great person worthy of love. i hope the next girl he is going to love will love him more than he loves her, the kind of love he never felt from me.

i wish him nothing but goodness.