You
Wherever you are, you will continue to shine like gold in my memories.
I fell for you. Over and over. Repeatedly, I let you hurt me and come back. For so long, I made these excuses in my mind that made me believe that I meant more to you than I probably ever did. I vividly remember the days when you left and I would spend hours crying. My chest was heaving with the pain that came with being the second choice once again. I’ve spent years instinctively looking for any remnants of you. Hoping that one day you would simply realize everything that you did wrong. But sadly, I found myself wishing for things that wouldn't happen. I fell into that familiar second choice again. Maybe it’s my fault for letting you, for always sitting within your peripheral vision and being someone you could run back to. Maybe it’s my fault for not standing up for myself sooner. I spent so much time wondering why I was never good enough to be that first choice. Never good enough to be the one you felt you needed. As I watch you search for something you’re looking for, I silently sit back here holding my tongue while I try not to tell you that it’s me. But maybe you don't feel the same and it’s easy for me to say that I’m not a second choice. And yet, every time you come back, I find myself falling all over again. Knowing within me that I will always be the backup plan. I always go in with a strong will and a solid wall around me and I always come out with a broken heart. Maybe that’s my life, my destiny as some would call it, to always be waiting for you to choose me first. Maybe one day I’ll wake up and realize how much of a first choice I truly am and finally let you go. Until then I’ll stand here feeling much like the someone who’s always chosen last because maybe I am, after all, just a second choice.
Wherever you are, you will continue to shine like gold in my memories.
I fought for you and I waited… I thought I could fix you. I chose you, again and again…. but you chose to be an immature man who refuse to communicate and be responsible for your own life. There is no commitment now. Be free. I will move on and love like I’ve never been hurt. I deserve better and I will grow to be a better person. You can go live and sort yourself out. Because this time, I choose to fight for my own happiness. The next man deserves the best of me, not what you put me through.
I can’t deny anymore that I still love him although we broke up for 8 years already, but he’s still the one. Anyway I don’t have gut to tell him how my feel is since we’re now became friends and I don’t want this friendship broken again! But I want him back is there anything that I should give him the hint that I still into him with all these years?
I know u might hate me now and don't even want to be friends with me but I'm here silently in love with you and willing to wait for you forever. I'm praying for your happiness and success and I hope you meet the right person that can make you happier than I do and if you need someone feel free to talk to me bcoz I'm always available for u.😊 Dear my ICE💜
ពួកយើងបានស្គាល់គ្នារយៈពេលបីខែហើយក៏ចាប់ផ្ដើមជជែកគ្នាលេងពេលដែលគាត់មានបញ្ហាអ្វីគាត់តែងតែមកនិយាយជាមួយខ្ញុំហើយពួកយើងក៏បានជួយគ្នាដោះស្រាយបញ្ហាមិនយូរប៉ុន្មានពួកយើងក៏បានក្លាយជាសង្សារនិងគ្នាតែងតែនិយាយនឹកគ្នាគ្រប់ពេល បន្ទាប់មកពួកយើងក៏បានជួបគ្នាគាត់ជាមនុស្សពូកែលេងសើចច្រើនពេលនៅក្បែរគ្នាគាត់តែងតែធ្វើឲ្យខ្ញុំរីករាយគាត់តែងតែលេងហ្គីតានិងច្រៀងអោយខ្ញុំស្តាប់រហូតពេលនោះគាត់បានធ្វើអោយស្គាល់អារម្មណ៍រីករាយម្ដងទៀតតែបន្ទាប់ពីយេីងទាក់ទងគ្នាបានមួយខែខ្ញុំបានដឹងថាគាត់នៅនឹកសង្សាចាស់របស់គាត់ពេលនោះខ្ញុំមានអារម្មណ៍ភ្ញាក់ផ្អើលណាស់ទាំងមិនដឹងថាគាត់មានគេទេតែគាត់បាននិយាយថាគាត់បានបែកគ្នាហើយតែគាត់នៅនឹកគេម្តងៗទេគាត់ក៏សុំទោសខ្ញុំសុំឱកាសខ្ញុំក៏បានផ្ដល់ឱកាសឲ្យគាត់ព្រោះខ្ញុំគិតថាប្រហែលមិនអីទេគេគ្រាន់តែជាអតីតមួយសប្ដាហ៍ក្រោយមកក៏មានរឿងនេះកេីតឡើងទៀតគាត់បាន Mention សង្សារចាស់របស់គាត់ខ្ញុំក៏បានឃើញហើយខ្ញុំស្ទើរតែមិនជឿថាវាកេីតឡើងទៀតពេលនោះខ្ញុំបាននិយាយថាអត់អីទេបេីបងស្រលាញ់គេនឹកគេមកទៅរកគេមកវិញទៅគាត់បានឆ្លើយតបថាបងអត់ទៅវិញទេបងស្រលាញ់អូនគ្រាន់តែអារម្មណ៍បងឆ្កួតមួយពេលទេគាត់សុំឧកាសជាលើកចុងក្រោយនិងមិនអោយកេីតឡើងទៀតទេខ្ញុំក៏បានផ្ដល់ឱកាសលើកចុងក្រោយអោយគាត់ម្តងទៀតស្អែកឡើងពួកយើងក៏បានទៅញាំអីជាមួយគ្នាពេលនោះគាត់យកចិត្តទុកដាក់និងខ្ញុំលេីសមុនធ្វើអោយខ្ញុំគិតថាប្រហែលវាមិនអីទេបេីតែដល់យប់ឡើងខ្ញុំឆាតទៅគាត់ក៏មិនតបខលទៅក៏មិនលើកខ្ញុំមានអារម្មណ៍ចាប់ផ្តើមប្លែកចិត្តមួយថ្ងៃក្រោយមកទៀតទើបខ្ញុំដឹងថាគាត់បានត្រូវគ្នាជាមួយសង្សារចាស់គាត់វិញខ្ញុំមិនខឹងគាត់ទេតែគ្រាន់តែមិនអស់ចិត្តហេតុអ្វីមិនបានមួយម៉ាត់សោះស្ងាត់ឈឹង
The late night messages I used to receive from you. The restaurants we went to together. The time we spent chatting with one another. All of these are just memories now. You always stared at me, and when I asked why were you staring at me, it caught you off and you just finished with a smile and said nothing. My heart beat faster than usual whenever you smiled because it somehow made me feel nervous not knowing what you were thinking about me when we sat in front of each other. I always wondered if you felt the same way I felt about you. When you confessed, I was on cloud nine. You were a gentleman, and you constantly showed me what all boyfriends should be doing to their girlfriends. Everything turned into a dream. You already have your lover. All I could think of was how good it could be if our relationship were possible, and how would she felt if she knew how nice you had been doing to me. You made me fall madly in love with you, but at the same time hate you. I hate that you were lying and not telling me the truth. I hate that you were being so good to me. I hate that I think about you all the time even knowing that you already have your significant other. I hate that I still miss you.
Let me tell you, Your beloved will leave you s.day, love yourself as much as you can.
Guess It’s time that we parted our ways. I’ve really tried everything I can for you. Things I was never willing to do for anyone else... but I’ve been feeling so tired... I couldn’t see where I stand. I couldn’t see if things between us are going to be better. I couldn’t see your commitment, and I’ve waited for you long enough. So I give up. To protect the little pride I have left. Hope you meet someone better and has the same love language as you. We’re not made for each other. Farewell, love.