it surprises me how you still have her in the palm of your hands, polluting every single one of her thoughts and determination to move on. the minute that she chooses to let you go, whether it may be piece by piece or whole, you still have that magnetic pull to suck her back in your wrath with a few simple words and gestures. i question how one can love so much, how one can deceive to such an extent that no longer are they truthful to any subject for the matter. dumbfoundedly, she continues to love, love, and love. giving it shots after shots, but receives nothing in return. her soul's been victimized, crushed, disappointed, and no matter how much of a fool she may look, she continues to strive for your affections. everything's one-sided, but she still puts her best foot forward, although wanting to forward towards the future because she's not feeling the present or past, but the past makes her reminisce with whole-hearted gratification.

and interestingly enough, i knew your feelings for her were strong also, that she was just a part of you that you don't want to let go, even though you didn't technically want her. i knew that i would never compare, but still, i wanted to be that significance in your life, a little more than just what she influenced, because i felt that i was just that much better. i guess it really isn't good to date someone that was on the friend boundary. you were that border line, the closest thing to the my ideal significant other. not once have i thought you were the definition of deceive, lying through your teeth, what a disappointment. i feel so much apathy towards you and your halfheartedness, and sympathy towards that girl. to make things clear, although you were that prototype i'd love to call mine, my feelings for you were never that strong, so maybe that's why i didn't feel discomfort when we went our own way, on our own path, leaving things without a mutual adieu.

nonetheless, i sincerely thank you for showing me, for teaching me that one can preach of such high, delicate values, but practice the opposite. i thank you for showing me that no matter how much one matches one's archetype, they still have flaws and all. your girl sees all that, still loves you, and you still love her, no matter how many times you continuously say you've moved on, so why can't you do both a favor?

oh, the easiness of letting go with ease and no regrets.

it surprises me how you still have her in the palm of your hands, polluting every single one of her thoughts and determination to move on. the minute that she chooses to let you go, whether it may be piece by piece or whole, you still have that magnetic pull to suck her back in your wrath with a few simple words and gestures. i question how one can love so much, how one can deceive to such an extent that no longer are they truthful to any subject for the matter. dumbfoundedly, she continues to love, love, and love. giving it shots after shots, but receives nothing in return. her soul's been victimized, crushed, disappointed, and no matter how much of a fool she may look, she continues to strive for your affections. everything's one-sided, but she still puts her best foot forward, although wanting to forward towards the future because she's not feeling the present or past, but the past makes her reminisce with whole-hearted gratification.

and interestingly enough, i knew your feelings for her were strong also, that she was just a part of you that you don't want to let go, even though you didn't technically want her. i knew that i would never compare, but still, i wanted to be that significance in your life, a little more than just what she influenced, because i felt that i was just that much better. i guess it really isn't good to date someone that was on the friend boundary. you were that border line, the closest thing to the my ideal significant other. not once have i thought you were the definition of deceive, lying through your teeth, what a disappointment. i feel so much apathy towards you and your halfheartedness, and sympathy towards that girl. to make things clear, although you were that prototype i'd love to call mine, my feelings for you were never that strong, so maybe that's why i didn't feel discomfort when we went our own way, on our own path, leaving things without a mutual adieu.

nonetheless, i sincerely thank you for showing me, for teaching me that one can preach of such high, delicate values, but practice the opposite. i thank you for showing me that no matter how much one matches one's archetype, they still have flaws and all. your girl sees all that, still loves you, and you still love her, no matter how many times you continuously say you've moved on, so why can't you do both a favor?

oh, the easiness of letting go with ease and no regrets.