I was 19 back then when my 6-year boyfriend broke up with me. He gave me none to reason out. I wonder why, but I still let him go. I chose to set him free because maybe he’s not happy with me. And I can’t force him to stay with me if he doesn’t want to anymore. Many were shocked for our relationship was so ideal.
I have my best friend, and since she got pregnant, she was taken away by her parents and migrated to States. Since day went on and on without anyone to lean on, I got no news from my best friend and to my ex-boyfriend. Seems like they’ve forgotten me. And since then, I never loved anyone again because I’m afraid to hurt again. I was hurt once and I won’t go for twice.
Today, I am 24 years old. Suddenly, my bestfriend came to our house with her husband together with their daughter, a cute, lovable daughter. Her husband’s face is so familiar. Very very familiar. I was surprised because their daughter asked me, “did you ever have a boyfriend?” then I replied, “Yeah, we used to love each other so much, but we decided to call it off.” Confused, the child asked “Why?” Teary-eyed I replied, “So that you may have someone to call DAD.”