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2025-08-14

Dear Lover/Third Person

We broke up a while ago, and I knew you with someone new. I knew that you had been in contact with them during our relationship. And, this is the act of cheating. Still, I couldn't bring myself to hate you, and I also took all the blame for myself even though you committed such an act to me. I always give you the benefit of the doubt. I know that you are still in love with me, then why you don't break up with them? Because they are treating you good right now? Oh yeah, you knew their past, they are well known as a cheater. I understand that they haven't done anything to you there is no point in breaking up with them. After knowing that fact, I am always worried about you. What if they did something bad to you? With all your problems are you able to handle the stress? We have been with one another for 2 and a half years, and I mean nothing to you? I always put you over myself. Yes, it is true in our relationship there is up and down. That is called a mature relationship it is not always fun. Dear Third Person, You should know what you had done. Karma is real, you have done that too many people. Your pretentious act will soon be exposed. You know a third person who stole someone else partner won't last long and I hope you understand that. Still many knew about you, yet you still acting the same. You ruined many people. Sheesh, What a person you are... You will receive your Karma.

2025-08-14

No Reason to Hold

Let's me explain it into an easy example: How heavy a glass of water? 12oz? 15oz? 300g? The absolute weigh of the glass doesn't matter... it depend on how long you hold on to it. If you hold for a minute, nothing happens. If you hold for an hour, your arm will begin to ache. If you hold it ALL DAY LONG, your arm will feel NUMB and PARALYZED. Well, the weigh of the glass hasn't changed, but the longer you hold on to it, the HEAVIER it becomes. The STRESSES and the WORRIES of my life are like this glass of water... First, I thinking about them for a little while there's no problem. If I keep think about it for a little bit longer... it BEGINS to hurt! Then I think about them ALL DAY LONG and I've feel PARALYZED incapable of doing anything! It's because I believed in it, that why I came this far. I'm trying, I'm trying, until I have tried~ SO, I decided to PUT THE GLASS DOWN. \U0001F951

2025-08-14

The villain is me

There have been countless times where I've made you feel all of those disgusting feelings knowing full well how much you loved me knowing how much I hated these but I couldn't bring myself to change so suddenly. So i gave up our connection even though I still loved you dearly. Maybe that's why it pained me to see you being all hurtful and anxious because of my thoughtless actions, the thought that only me matters in our relationship. I've pictured us in a family of many pets, pictured you being the best dad and the best husband a man could ever be. That at some point i was unable to picture my life without you. But gradually, I've realized my behaviors started to hurt you, my actions began to make you doubt my love for you, we kept misinterpreting and misunderstanding each other. I tried my best to be optimistic about the situation despite being the over emotional and dramatic person i am. I have thought that with love, we could overcome everything but i was naive. I forgot that love is just the topping to the already flourishing relationship. We couldn't take each other's words to heart, you have a complete different opinion and view and so do I. So how can we expect each of us to understand each other? I've resisted the urge to approach you multiple times already since we broke up, I've cried thinking about you, i just wanted to scream loudly so the whole world know i miss you. I've missed you but I'd rather pick your happiness over this. I'll still hold the belief that you'll find someone who can shoulder all the burdens you're carrying, always be the ear to listen to your thoughts, always have the heart to open to your everything. I'll pray for you. I didn't want to make this long, but it's already long. So I wanna close this with .... I love you. Sorry that your last person couldn't be me. I will forever cherish the memories we had. Please stay safe and healthy. From that girl who let you go away.

2025-08-14

What were we?

I couldn’t call it an end because we have never begun anything. We were friends, but both of us have crossed the line. He told me that he had feelings for me, that he wanted to be with me, but he wouldn’t be committed to me. Later on I asked him what were we, he ignored my question and changed the topic. I guess that’s where my insecure became worse. He always had time for everything except me. For his movies, games, football, friends... He always forgot things that he said he will do with me. From small daily things to dates. Whenever I was feeling down, he ignored me. I kept being insecure and mad over everything, and finally he fell out of love. I guess it was my fault. For being broken and unable to love properly. I didn’t know if I am to blame or the environment I’m in is. However, he was different. He was enthusiastic about everything in life. Maybe, we weren’t just meant to be. We were too different. From background to personality. Now, I think he’s seeing someone new. Honestly, I felt miserable. I questioned myself if I was that easy to forget and replace? Did everything between us mean nothing for him? Was he just lonely and that’s not love for him? Whatever it is, I wish him all the best. I hope he’s happy with her. That’s the last thing I can do for him, giving him the peace he’s always wanted. I learned my lesson here. There’s no way someone will be ready for you if they weren’t from the start. Don’t wait for them. When they aren’t sure about you, and won’t commit, leave. Turn away and run and never coming back.

2025-08-14

We're more than friends and we both know that.

We're been friends for years. There were sometimes we ain't interact during the years. I don't know what happened as well yet we're back to talk with each other and more deeper than normal friends do. We support and stay with each other whenever one has the hardest time. We held hands; we hugged each other. We told each other about our days, where we are, what we eat, whom we go with, and when we arrive our own destinations. I don't know why we both keep doing this way everyday but like a couple does, but we are just FRIEND. By the way, I myself would prefer this way. don't want to into relationship because I don't want to lose you one day. Hopefully, other person could take you a great care instead of me. FRIEND πŸ’“

2025-08-14

Am I falling in love with him ?

I've first known him when we were studying French in the same class, we're also studying at the same university and we haven't contacted or talked to each other. One day while the teacher called him and he didn't reply , that's the reason that I chatted to him by Telegram to inform him that " Madame call u xd , why didn't u reply ? ". After that , we were in touch with each other ask and chatted to each other, I also ask for his FB account. Moreover, I also chatted with him by Messenger and talked to each other for several topics but not so frequency or everytime. I've known that he's a quiet person because of his character and his FB account and I really knew that kind of this person! We always share something to each other and ask about each other's daily life. In addition, we absolutely would like to share some informations of scholarships, subjects or exercises. I think I was so surprised because we want to take the same major and have the same plan ! But I haven't known myself that when I chatted with him , I am so warmly heart and feel so good even if he chatted to me not the long text ! At first I didn't know about this feeling because I've just known him as classmate and schoolmate and we haven't met each other before by this pandemic situation ( school was closed since the first day of started day of school ). Finally, I've just realized that I have a mood on him ( crush on him ) but I haven't shown this to him because I think I could lose this friendship ):

2025-08-14

Important sister

I'm not sure what will you and others valued on this name "important sister". Sometimes, I feel abit down but whatever happens, this name won't change. I'm still keep you as my important one, no one understand it but I'm really hope you can feel me trust my speech. I used to hope that one day we separate then we go our own path, but your voice always feel heard by my soul. Whatever happens, we changed but I won't forget what you advised me. Distancing doesn't mean the soul break. Love you, all the best to my important sisters ❀

2025-08-14

αžŸαŸ’αž“αŸαž αžΆαžαŸ‚αž˜αŸ’αžαžΆαž„

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