Moved.

The love was told but never spoken.

Never knew we were already on the same page when I stopped writing while you stopped reading, knowing this happened, we would have never started it.

Love, it was never my idea to fell out of your trap. I was loving while doubting for five years of my life with someone I'm still not yet really sure, seriously. He was someone that accepted me halfly, I know. He was my first love. Five years, we were young back then, we were too inlove, I think. Years passed, as we grow older, the love we had was blooming yet fading. We're able to understand the difference between maturity and time. I was thinking about future, I don't want to live in mess, I was working too hard, not knowing that the person who is the reason I've been doing this, has found someone who provided him all the important things in a relationship he was looking for. Time, I knew I lost it when I was dedicated. Maturity, one important thing I realized from the day we separated ways was to still focus. They say I was mature enough of what I did, of what had happened, of what should the right thing to do. Yes, part of them was right. No, part of me had the regrets but another part of me doesn't want to come back. Months of pursuing, you wanting to have me again, you not wanting to leave the other girl, and you wanting both of us be a part of your life. You're right, that is not fair. I was with you for five years, she was with you for 3 months. I just can't withstand that and decided that both of you can definetely happen, already.

I'm trying to move on in my own certain way. Talked about it, told everyone we knew with what really happened, until the pain eases, until I found someone who's trying his best to forget you. Right now, I'm starting another story, with a new love I found in this world that has full of love but has people that are not contented.

I, moved on a long time ago. Est 051316