It's always so hard whenever the one you love doesn't even seem to notice you. If I was missing him before, it's nothing compared to what I'm feeling right now. I'm longing for him, I'm longing for his love, and only with that I believe, I can truly feel better. But instead, I'm feeling worse. Now I'm hurting, aching, and worst I'm dying inside.

I die everytime I see him happy with somebody else, especially when that somebody else is a friend whom I truly care for. I'm hurt whenever he'd touch her face, when he wouldn't even reach out for my hand. I'm hurt whenever he'd talk to her tenderly when all that he could offer me is a simple hello. I'm hurt when he'd easily see her in a sea of faces when all this time I was beside him, always waiting.

Love can be a dreadful cause of death. If this is how painful dying is, I wish I'd die quickly than suffer all this pain. I'd rather die than live without him...

Posted by LoRiE at 4:04 AM

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