This is a true story. I chased the man I used to love. But I got hurt and I don't blame anyone. I moved on and found myself. I became me, once again.

I did and give everything that I have. All of it-- my mind, heart and soul. I believed that one day, he'll appreciate and return all the love that I gave. He became my world and I became nothing to him. He broke my heart, tear me into tiny little pieces and did nothing to lessen the pain. I ran away, change myself into something new and became a person I never imagined I'd be. I feel revived. I feel alive. But what comes after running away from the misery? (Taglish)