The day I met you..

I said I didn't want to meet you again... but yes, as Fate would have, I bumped into you.. or rather, you bumped into me. Prob only in my dreams that I wanna see you... prob I didn't want to open my wounds again... You asked for my new number... I didn't agree and you got it stealthily from your buddy... Called me and asked me for dinner... can I say no? Obviously yes but I chose to agree because I felt it was a good closure for you and me.... It's not something that I can close with a snap of finger... it's six long years of my life...

I'm sorry the dinner turned out that way... I never knew you didn't move on at all... I have always thought you did.. even faster than I did... now i realised I was the one who moved on earlier than you... I was the fortunate one...

I hated the way you treated me as if I was always there for you, I hated to be taken for granted, I hated the way your hands land on me, I hated the way you shrug your responsibilities, I hated you for choosing to abandon our long relationship for somebody you barely knew, I simply hated you for every single bit of hurt that you have caused me...

However, I am thankful for you hurting me that way... because it is only through all the hurt that I can appreciate the love that my family has showered me and the strength that my friends have given me during my most difficult period.. I truly hope you can find the girl of your dreams and move on with your life. I have moved on too far away from you to even consider reconciliation...