Sunday, March 6, 2011

It's impossible...(A letter of a broken hearted boy)

Assalamualaikum and a very good day,

Pheeeww.... I feel like singing Xtina's "It's Impossible" at the moment. Ok. Off limit. Trust me, this has nothing to do with the song...no relation whats o'er.

The truth is, I think it's just impossible for us to get back on track. It's just impossible. What we had for over a year seems to be wasted now. (Sigh). I am sorry for everything. I am also happy to see how happy you are now with THE new guy. Seriously, I am happy. I hope he is way better than I am or was for that matter.

I now dedicate this song for you. It is a song performed by Misha Omar; "Kau Yang Amat Ku Sayang". Darling, thank you for everything. You have made my life perfect...at least I felt good whenever I was with you. Those sweet memories; driving to the light city, buying you gifts, hanging out with your friends, going to unrated places, watching movies, shopping and window-shopping, watching the balloons fly by, a series of tasting various dishes (oh boy, that was fun), sitting in the car while waiting for the hard rain to stop, listening to your bad day stories... and what comes to my mind now is the most precious memory; ... Remember when you were awfully ill that day? I came and took you to the medical centre. Yes. It was a good day for me as I had the chance to display my caring, cuddly, husband-ly and fatherly side. I miss all those. On top of all, I miss you.

It's ok. Things happen for a reason, am I right?! I guess, we are better off without each other. One thing I beg from you. I hope we can still be friends. We're all grownups. I believe that this will crave smiles on our faces when we are older. Looking back at those years. Wow. How enticing; reminiscing the good old days. Huhu.

I wish you all the best with your life. I hope you guys can make it through thick and thin. Be the sweet, cute couple ya!

Regards,
Me, myself and I.
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Crap. I feel so crappy-ly awkward. I don't know why but I feel so defeated now. I even feel like a loser. I feel like a car is being dropped on top of me from a 20-storey building. Darn. Darn. Darn. I hate this feeling. Falling out of love is hard for me. Now you expect me to move along?! Oh boy, oh boy...that's tough! I'm sorry, I can't play along with you this time. I choose to excuse myself from the game. Good luck my darling. Goodnight.