To some, this will move them to tears, to others, this means jack shit to them. Think before you speak, I guess I've learnt this the hard way. I used to be like that, until I met this special person. 

1 and a half years gone. A snap of the fingers. Just like that. There are no words that can even begin to describe the pain that I'm going through. Memories just roll through my head, scene after scene, from the beginning all the way to the end.

I still remember the awkward moments, kisses and hugs, but it was her blush, that could make me smile for days. Waking up in the morning happy, knowing that there's still a reason to go forward. Every emotion she felt, it became my own. It's as if there was only one person to begin with, and to have that half of you ripped away, well, that's only a fraction of the pain.

I was never really in control. She was all I cared for, nothing could change that apart from her herself. How is it that strong mutual love could turn into such unrequited love? Relationships this strong that are able to turn to shit. Kinda reminds me of Othello.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't see this coming, but believe me, I did everything I could to prevent it. Going to sleep knowing that all of it was useless, thrown away in the end by the one person you chose to love. I guess that time we had left only gave me hope, hope that could only lead to disappointment.

Every inch of her I remember so vividly, the times we shared, they're so hard to forget. How far I've gone to impress her, to make her proud. It's like a fucking brick wall, what do i do? What can I do? How can I do anything? Should I chase her? Will she hate me for it? All these questions that I don't have answers for.

I should respect her decision but I can't deny my feelings. Deep down I know that all I want is for her to come back to me and talk like we've always done. There were problems, of course, an obsession and love so strong in the things she did, pulled her away from me. Over time, her love for me was transferred to the things that she enjoyed doing. Other things that could make her happier than I could've ever made her. Quite frankly, I had nothing to do with these things. These things that were placed above me, worth more to her. And these feelings, they fade, until there was no more time, love or room for me.

In the end, the only choice is for me to move on. The only hope I have left is for her to not forget me, to regret her decision, for her to understand what I am going through. The only hope that the part of me still inside her heart, my love, is strong enough to change her mind. After all, hope only leads to disappointment, but that doesn't mean I'll just give up. That part of my love is still inside her and I know it.

It's a lot to get off of my chest, but it really does feel better to have it gone. Keep the ones you love close, get involved in the things you enjoy, that way, they won't be able to forget the person you are to them.

This also happens to be my farewell to that special person. These were the things that I've wanted to say, so Goodbye and thank you for the time that you did give me.