someone else

We've been together for three years. He's my first kiss, first love, first heartbreak, first everything. And I was his.

His dreams came true; his band was given the chance to prove that they deserve to be known in this world.

"Wait for me, baby. I'll come back for you. I promise. Just wait for me okay? I love you so much. We'll still be together, you'll be my wife as i'll be your husband."

With that, I let him leave. For three straight years, we didn't talk. He focused on his dream, to be known for his talent while I focused on being what I want to be, a doctor. But I never stopped loving him. I never stopped hoping and waiting for that day that he'll ask me if I'm already ready to be his wife.

But that didn't come. After 3 years, 9 months, 4 days, 12 hours, 48 minutes and 16 seconds of waiting, I found the answer. He'll never come back for me.

Because after 3 years, 9 months, 4 days, 12 hours, 48 minutes and 16 seconds, he posted a picture of a him and a beautiful girl beside him. Hugging while he's kissing the top of her head with the caption, "I'm so inlove with you baby."

i guess our story just ends there.