Today, I lost my boyfriend, and my used-to-be best guy friend.
He let me go. He has found his happiness anyway.
I didn't try hard enough I guess, or I'm not patient enough.
If suicide is legal in my religion, I might have done it to take this pain away. All at once.
All I ask was love and attention, but I guess that's too much for him to handle.
I was hoping that he'll choose me over her, because I thought that he knew that I knew him well. But I guess that there are other people that understand him more than I do.
I was hoping that he'll turn back and run to me, hug me and say 'lets work this out, because I still love you'. But I guess the chasing phase is no longer active.
It is officially over now.