it's alright. if it makes you happier, we'd just end this now, alright? i dont want to force you. it's all up to you.

but 3 years. 3 fucking years where so many things happened. so many times we quarrelled, so many times we patched things up. so many times, but perhaps not this time.

maybe you can forget 3 years so easily, but i cant. maybe i'm insignificant, therefore you dont give a fuck. whatever it is, i cant forget three plus years so easily. reading through all the messages you used to send, it all means nothing. empty promises, lies. somehow looking at it now holds no special feelings for me. it used to mean so much to me, but i guess it doesnt mean anything to me, or you.

if you choose to believe others, there's nth i can say or do. it's seriously up to you to choose who you believe.

i've never ever ever quarrelled with someone in town till i start crying.

so now,

goodbye.

closing another chapter of my life,
without you.