It's been almost four years. I finally believe in fate. If it's not meant to be, it is not meant to be. Yet I am also loosing hope in people. When people say they don't lie, they lie. How am I to trust people nowadays?
Four years is not a long time yet it's also a long time. When you say we are done. We are in fact done. I have not bump into you nor I get a chance to take a look at you at a distance. My heart is still numb and it hasn't been repaired. I don't know when it will be repair. You left a dent on my heart and it will never be repaired.
Can I blame you? or should I really blame myself? Is life really that unfair? what did I do to deserve your treatment?
