from the moment u left me, I knew deep inside, it was going to be the last time I'll ever see your face.
Even though u convinced me that we still would be friends and keep seeing each other.

Indeed, it really was the last time I saw ur face.

My whole world collapsed. I've been like a ghost haunting around, didn't have a life.
Didn't know what I was doing, what I did know, was that I really missed you.
We've been a while together, and you where like 24/7 involved in my daily life.
U had become my life.

I really hoped that one day we could be united. And that day seems to be more far away then I could imagine. Maybe this day doesn't exists at all.

U even didn't wish me a happy birthday, and I know, u did know when my birthday was. I think it's pretty rude, not sending a SMS at least as a friend. U just didn't. Because your the one who made those false promises, saying like we would still be friends. I didn't wanted to hear those words, if it doesn't mean anything to you. Don't say it just to close this chapter polite. Didn't want to hear those words, because I knew deep inside, you will break those promises.

U promised, we would still be friends and you'll keep stayin' in touch. And whenever I felt the urge to talk, I always could call you. U keep acting cold, and I know it was me who act like a bitch when u did contact me once. But can't you see? I'm also a human being. Everyday I'm struggling, I love and hate you at the same time. I really did miss you, and the fact I can't tell you what I'm still feeling for you kills me inside. I know it will scares you off. Now and then, I did contact you sometimes, but ur just keep acting cold. I really don't know how to handle it.

I just don't want you to forget about me.

Don't understand why i'm still not over you even though it's like 8 months ago. Still I kept thinking about u each single day. U did make it so hard to believe, not having you around me.

A part of me has moved on, and a part of me don't want to move on, because eventually you will just becoming the past. I'm not ready for it, or it's just me not willing it. Feeling miserable and keep torture myself by thinking about you and the good old times, is the only way i won't forget about you.

Because I still have this little faith, hoping for a happy ending.