We've been together for almost a year that day, but then I gave up.
I gave up for me to rest from staying there always by his side even if he pushes me away. I gave up because he denies everything about us. I gave up because I'm the only one whose keeping our relationship from falling apart. I gave up because I'm tired. Tired of seeing him with other girls. Tired of his repetitive reasons and broken promises. Tired of feeling used. And most of all, tired of loving and caring for someone who doesn't care about your existence.
That day, I want to prove myself that I can live without him.
We broke up. I was hurt, obviously, while he, on the other side, doesn't even seem to mind.
Months passed, we saw each other at school but passes one another like strangers.
I've done all the things I should've done before. I've studied hard. Bonded with my family everytime. Been hanging out with friends. That became my routine.
I've never realized that time flies so fast that it's already 2 years since that day. I tried having flings and crushes but none of them stayed. I can say that I have moved on from him until that one day..
We were having our reunion in some place and he was there, too. I chatted with our classmates and batchmates to catch up with their lives. I was really happy to be with the people who made half of my existence here meaningful and I really thank them for that.
Then my bestfriend, who's also close with my ex, came to me smiling. I asked her why. She said follow her. I followed her until we reached the center of the school's garden. It was so dark by then until lights started appearing everywhere. I tried to call for my bestfriend but she won't answer. I can't find her anywhere. Then suddenly, a song started playing. My heart started to soften and my tears came out of my eyes like they have a mind of their own. I will never forget that song for that song was our theme song, You and Me by Lifehouse.
Then, he appeared right in front of me with pink roses that I really love. He asked for my hand for a dance and I allowed him to sway me for a dance.
It was so awkward seeing him again for 2 years. His facial features matured. His muscles changed and even the height. His fragnance was still the same that I would not get tired of sniffing everyday. But then his eyes. His eyes are the ones who never changed. His eyes full of emotions and you could get drown if you can't stop yourself from staring at them.
Then, it rained pink rose petals, I was shocked. Who wouldn't right? Then he was there kneeling in front of me wearing a white suit with a pink tie with a bouquet of pink roses.
I cried. Cried so hard because this moment was what I wished for the day we were planning on how we would spend our anniversary. I cried because he remembered and he had done it without me pushing him even if I know he doesn't like pink and cheesy things.
He told me to stop crying but I just couldn't. He was smiling. He asked me if we could be together again. I cried even harder and kept on telling him, I'm sorry. He asked me if I still love him. But I can't even find the words to speak. I tried to run away for all of our friend around us were waiting for my answer. But he held my hand and said 'Stay' while crying. I shook my head and said continuos no and I'm sorry again and again. When I was finally free from his hand, I started running away.
When I looked back, he was there still crying looking at me. His eyes pleading for me to come back. I just looked away and started to run again.
That was the last day, I saw him there. They said he migrated to UK. I heard no news about him other than that.
There were so many questions that I still want to ask. I want explanations but what could those explanations do? For nothing would ever be the same again.
He said stay but it's too late. Too late for I had let go a long time ago.
