Doubt me If I'm wrong.

 

 Some memories, no matter big or small. No matter how many hours you spend just looking at that one person. Feeling so happy that they were there, right beside you. Just when people stare down till your tiny toes. Adoring every inch of your twisted love feast you had with that special someone. Something about a memory that stayed as a memory. All memories are there for a reason, no many how jaded they get or how scarred you will get when things aren't what you thought it'll be. You'll move on, yes you will. But how many times would you ask yourself in the morning, if they are alright? If they are actually doing fine without you? When you know they are. And yet, you still repeatedly ask yourself the same question, when deep down its impossible if you couldn't answer it logically. In otherwise, no one wants to admit that they had been left. No one wants to cure the pain that was bruised, cause it was the only thing that had a reason of keeping them going. No one wants to forget how much they love them, neither did they forget how much they hurt them. They don't forget.

The reason you came running to them, asking what mistakes that you need to make up to. Asking what did you do wrong. Asking yourself, while looking at the mirror. Feeling like everything is falling down to the ground. The mirror breaks as you felt ugly inside, that your appearance was the reason they left. That your appearance was nothing compared to who they choose now. If only you could have the guts to do things you dream of doing. Cutting your own heart out, and showing it to them. Saying that you would kill to just prove them wrong about your honestly, loyalty and trust towards them. In the end, you stopped caring as you know they cared less to think how was your day, and how long it took for you to actually move on. When you know, you never did moved on at all.

But never shall I burst anyone bubbles, tell me if I'm wrong. But I doubt that, no one stops doing the things that kept them alive. I admit to myself, I never stopped doing all those things. Though I said I have move on, and people seem to fall for it. Though I said I have move on, people seem to see me smiling. Though I said I have moved on, people came across my mind, reminding me I shouldn't. You know why? Because most of them turned out to be the same. No one is like everyone, yes. Indeed. I would hate it if some guy I barely knew, compared me with others. But if I made a mistake till he made a conclusion about me in that matter. I have to accept that I am same with others. Just like others accepted when I made a statement about them.

No one wants to be alone. People wants to be alone for a reason that they choose never to hurt, and never be hurt in return. But do you really think every single rebound is out there right now, happy? That it never crossed their mind that they should find someone that would adore them in reality? A long lasting relationship they could count on? Every single person on the planet, has someone for them. We just don't see it yet. Some loves us like hell, but most are afraid to take a step forward as the person before is the reason they stop trusting. No, the truth is, everyone trust. They trust you, yes they do. But when they do, others happen to just screw it up. We don't go around telling you that we love you, we don't go around telling you that we trust you. But just so you know, we do. And as time passed, they choose to leave. And those things brought you back to your miserable at best.Am I right?

Truth is, we all tried to love again. But we just couldn't. And don't blame them, as every rebound. Has a story. Every story, shows courage.Motif ; Nak tunjuk gamboo tu ha,sweet en,faiz mcm kita dua en en,haha :* muhaha

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