Thursday, October 22, 2009
I wish i could be every little thing you wanted
I know I will never be good enough for you. I am not your ideal girl...will not be perfect for you. It's not my fault if I fell in love with you. I have tried to forget every detail about you...God knows how hard I've tried to forget you...every detail, every vivid detail about Us. Those happy memories... Until now the pain is still cutting through the edges of my sanity.
Again.. I did not choose to fall in love with you... Cause I know if I will be given a chance to turn back the clock I will not choose to be with you even in a short span of time.
I'd rather soar and fly away from the possibility of falling in love and will prefer to be solely emptier than hurting like hell beside you.
I'll let you go even if I know that letting you go is like giving up every happiness that I've known. That's the only choice that I have.
I can't love you. I do not want to anymore. Enough is enough. I think I have to learn to think about myself now...think about my happiness. I know even if I will do everything and change myself into something that you really wanted...I'll never be good enough for you.
You didn't love me as I am...you loved a girl in your fantasy...in your dreams. I am just me. Plainly vulnerable me.
I am strong...I know I am not like just an ordinary girl, but I am cowardly and weak when it comes to you. You're the only one who can break me and shake me. Big time.
I am not dumb not to know how important it is to be somebody to someone. But I cannot be that somebody you'll ever dream of having. My mind is wrecked and my heart is crushed and I cannot do anything about it. I cannot deny the fact that until now I am still in love with you...that I am still crazy about you...but I have to let go of this...let go of the feelings...the dreams of having you around.
I'll just love you until this feeling fades away...I know the time will come that I will not wish to hold your hand anymore...
One day. Someday.
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