You left.

For days I lay on my bed, thinking if time were to turn back, will I still be together with you? And I realise, the answer is yes. Because I still love you. But now, what's left is just memories and pain.

Dad drove past Domino's Pizza this afternoon and it reminded me of us sitting there, enjoying our Pepperoni and Hawaiian pizza with the chocolate larva and a 1.5l bottle of coke. And that bench that we sat at where we spent an hour doing nothing but just cuddling. I almost cried.

I'm in a lot of pain. So many things going round my head, but no one really knows. Because I'm shutting myself from everyone or rather, no one seems to even bother anymore. Almost every night, I cry myself to sleep. Because it seemed so easy for you when you said," Let's just be friends." You have no idea how those 4 words were enough to kill me inside.

I'll never be able to love anyone else like how I love you. I may not be able to forget you even when I'm old. Or even may not be able to love anymore. Because I once gave my all. But you left. It's my fault. That I wasn't good enough. I loved you, still love you and always will. It's like what I wrote on the planner to you. "I love you, always have, always will."

And now, I wish you well. I hope that one day, you'll find a girl who's not as annoying as me, who'll always be there for you, who'll accommodate to you, who'll be able to make you happy instead of being so frustrated or upset all the time, who's better than me.