Funeral

Funeral (Part Two)

After that day, everything changes. I became too conscious of what he's doing and he becomes too open to me. He told me things even unnecessary things. He must have known that my trust for him decreased and he's working to get it back but it will be hard for him. I make sure that I know what he's doing every day. I make to check his phone every now and then because of trauma.

Everything is okay until one of my friends heard about it. They ask me if I am okay and if everything is okay about us and I only smiled at them and answered them yes. My friends tend to react exaggeratedly and from that day on, they despised my boyfriend and prayed that we broke up one day. Sometimes I am okay of them being rude about my boyfriend but it pissed me off. With him is my heart and what they are doing is also what they are doing to me. It's like they are judging my feelings and choices.

My confidence in our relationship withered. I'm anxious, what if he did it again? The first time I insist to continue our relation is my choice. The next time, it will be his lost.

And just like that, it happened again. I am devastated, nothing can be done now. I don't want to hear his excuses. Maybe we are not meant to be. I broke up with him. He pleads for forgiveness but I won't accept it this time. I already gave him a second chance and I don't have a spare to give him again. I called my friends about our break up. They are glad and consoled me.

Our love is over. It was real but not mean to be. We died and ain't it coming back. I want to bury myself under and bury my heart six feet underground, throw us a funeral. This is our last goodbye. No more us tomorrow. No more I love you. No more everything. I wish you everything you wanted in your life. Be happy. Goodbye.