Those late night conversations, the sweet talks, that kilig feeling... it felt like everything was perfect, all was in place. I thought that is was our time, that maybe the reason why it didn't work in the past was because the future held something better for us. I trusted you, again. I defended you to my friends whenever they remind me of what you've done. I asked them to give you a chance because I believe you'll change, that you've change.
This time I told you what I felt, what I really feel. I want to make every moment perfect but everything fails so easily because of me. It all went wrong because of my decisions. I chose my priorities over you. Yes, i admit you're not my first priority. I don't know; I just felt it was the priority. I don't know; i just felt it was the right thing to do because i thought you can wait. I thought you'd understand. I never thought you'd end up giving up on me, and I'm so sorry for not thingking you're hurting somehow. I was so selfish to believe that you can take it. I just thought of what's best for me and i forgot about what's best for us.
