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Bittersweet

October-- that was the month that she approached me.

November was the month that I gave her my word to “help” her.

December was the month that we became close and official chat buddies.

January was the month when I realized that I’m on the brink of falling.

February was the month when I officially raised the white flag against this bothersome feelings; Enchanting feelings she made me feel.

March next year was the month when things went bland.

April next year was the month she learned about me-- and my secret. Since then, we stopped talking.

As I’ve said, I’ve always been fine on my own. But that time, without her, it was black. Pitch black.

I pleaded. Got rejected. I wanted to insist. I wanted to go after her-- and then I remember about her telling me that if she has one rule that she refused to break in life, it would be “NO means NO”. 

Just who am I to change that? What makes me so entitled to abuse and take advantage of her kindness?

It was a colossal lump to swallow but perhaps it’s for the best.

I couldn’t have her.

She couldn’t love me back.

Months after, I’ve dealt with those pitched black paths and finally found the courage to accept that perhaps this tale of unrequited love is just part of my story-- that she’s just another bittersweet page in the story of my youth.