10/28/19 6:27 am

Liking someone for so long to the point that I got tired in the long run made me realize a lot of things. Affection through memories, liking someone because of what you have been through together, cannot take us that far. Memories aren't enough to sustain our love for someone forever. And even if you knew this person for what seemed to be a lifetime, there are times where you'll be taken aback by their sudden burst of attitude, one you never knew they possessed. Therefore, it isn't possible to know a person fully; we'll always discover new sides of their personality, of their souls, everyday.

Which comes down to the notion that even if I liked someone for quite a viable amount of time now, my affection couldn't take me anymore further than where I'm standing. Is there such thing as liking someone to the point of exhaustion? Yes, that's it. My feelings for you have all been exhausted, consumed. As the years came and went, I tried to justify to myself the reasons why I still held on to you and the fantasy of you and me. But now, I am jaded. I am jaded by you. I don't care if you won't like me back anymore. I don't care if all my efforts for you would be thrown to the seams. I just don't care anymore. You became someone I can merely pass by on the halls. Maybe this is me getting tired from being used by you. I know you didn't mean to, I know your intentions weren't grim, but your sustained small favors piled up and became something evil and I don't want to be part of it anymore.

I just hate it when people use me because I can be so easy going. I hate it when people abuse my good graces. I hate it when I can't run to others when I'm the one in need yet people vie for my attention like rabid animals just so they could use my assistance. I hate people for being users. And you've become one of them.

I do not regret spending time with you though. They're the kind of memories I wish i could immortalize so I can play them over and over again. But if given a choice, and if I could run across you all over again, I'd choose to turn away and not cross the road where I'll get to meet you.

I loved you, before. Now, you're just somebody I know and will soon forget.