Thursday, June 24, 2010 , 10:22 AM
Someone hold my hand, led me through these 6 years.
I've grown, learnt, dreamed.
I want to be your wife, I used to thought so.
I've stopped dreaming.
I thought strong enough to let go and take it as nothing has happened. I was wrong. When my dad suddenly ask about you, I broke down and cried.
You gave me so much happiness and love, and I gave you so much memories. We're used to be so in love, and I still do, loving the way you are, the way you used to be.
The bus trips, those anniversaries, laughters.. everything about you. I am not going to forget.
But I am sorry, I broke it. I let it end. I want to be free, I want to go.
I need you, but I am crying.
I am sorry and I thank you for your understanding and love with care. It's our 24th again. But everything ended on 23rd.
The last hug makes me feel miserable.
Very grumpy.
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