*4 Years Ago*
We were in a relationship for more than 2 years, but never did I ever feel like you love me, yet we are in a relationship, strange right?
He was the reason why I am still living, if he wasn't with me the day I want to die, maybe I am at the afterlife now.
He was my savior, my hero, since then I started to have some feelings for him, I really love him, but I don't know if he ever feels the same way.
The day I confess my love for him, I expect him to reject me, but I was wrong.
But since the day I confess, he changes, he was always loss, spacing up, awkward or uncomfortable every time we go on a dates.
I thought because it was his first time being in a relationship, so I always struggle every negative thought that came in my mind.
I was walking alone in a cold night street hearing only wind that air that came from my mouth because of how cold the night breeze, hearing someone talking.
Curiosity got the best of me so I took a peek,
'Regret' and 'Betrayal', is the only word I can describe.
I was hurt seeing him kissing someone else behind my back, knowing that he doesn't even love me anymore make me think 'Is my existence not enough for you that you find someone else behind my back' I thought.
I run far away without knowing where to go, I just let my feet drag me anywhere, after a minute of running I got tired I sat on the nearby bench and started to cry.
I was hurt, I believe you, I assume that you love me but can't express it. Why am I so dumb thinking that I am enough to you, too naive to realize that I am not enough for you.
Why did I even hope that one day you will say how much you love me? When I know that it will never happen.
Should I confront him, and ask for explanation, but then again is there any explanation needed when what I saw already explain everything.
*4 years Later*
I was living my life happy, having a company and working make me forget all the pain I've been through, for the past 4 years I endure all the pain by myself moving from other country, and then coming back at my country.
I know there is some high possibilities that I will bump to him but I prepared myself for that, I won't be the same person 4 years ago.
When I came to the point I want to break down there is only two words that keeps me going, 'Fearless' and 'Strong' that keeps me walking forward.
Until he himself appeared in front of my room, eyes field of relief and regret. I stop myself from hugging him, remembering how he hurt me, and how much I've been through.
I was shock, the guy who hurt me 4 years ago, is now standing in front of me. I didn't expect to see him again in front of my office, although I kind of expect to bump to him in the street.
All the memories 4 years ago came flashing one by one as the flashback of our past came and the pain I feel 4 years ago came.
Some people might think I am over-reacting, but no things that happen 4 years ago where coming back, and hunting me.
It took me 2 years to move on from the past, and I thought, I thought I already moved on, I thought I am ready to face him, I thought that all the memories that happen years ago is already forgotten.
But I was wrong, so wrong.
All the adlibs I created thinking maybe I might bump to him can make me look so strong, but here am I looking all weak seeing him standing in front of me.
