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YOONGI

Waiting is not easy.

It's never easy.

You will never know when that something or someone will comeback.

A person can only wait as long as they have patience for it otherwise they stop waiting and go on to their next chapter of life. It can also be a form of torture for some where every seconds of it makes you feel suffocated or makes you feel nervous because you don't know the end result of it.

It's a sacrifice as well as regret.

I've been waiting for one particular person for years. Four years to be exact. I've been counting.

My first love.
My first kiss.
My first heartbreak.
My last love.

I've never loved someone as I loved Wendy.

I was the happiest person with her as she was with me too. We were the definition of a normal relationship, at least for what I think. We were the type of couples that do fight, break things off, made up, road trips, mood swings, disagreements, go back to fighting but still ended up being together because they know within them, no matter how much they fight, they cannot live without the person who made them feel so loved and cared for.

But not until that day, that day when I started losing myself. Started asking every single whys and hows. Trying to find the faults I have that made her feel that way.

That made her break things off between us without talking to me, without giving me proper closure, without giving me reasons on why she wanted that. She left just like that, just like a bubble fading into thin air.

She only left a small letter containing words I never imagine on hearing let alone reading.

I'm not happy with you anymore. I'm sorry but let's end this.
- Wendy

I wanted to asked her why she wasn't happy with me anymore. So many questions needing answers from her. I immediately went to their house hoping she was there.

She wasn't.

They left, as their neighbour told me.

We were together for five years.

Five years of so much happy memories as well as sad ones. Five long years of understanding, giving and receiving each other's love.

I was there when she won the school singing contest. She was there when my team won the school basketball league.

I was there when she received an outstanding academic award. She was there when I was chosen to play for the national team. I was there with her when she felt so much sorrow and sadness upon her grandmother's passing away. She was there with me when my Dad left us for another family.

We always cheer and got each other's back. I'm always proud of her with everything she does. We were with each other when we received both of our diplomas.

We were with each other planning about our future family. Arguing where we will hold our wedding, she wants a beach wedding where I wanted a church one. Arguing what theme it will be and who to invite. Arguing how many children we will have as she only wants two where I wanted five. Thinking too far ahead on which college we will send the kids to.

It was a serious planning. I wanted to spend my whole life with her. I wanted to grow old with her.

But she did not want the same.