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    Posted on: Sunday, January 27, 2008
    Posted at: 12:25 AM
    So that's why you didn't want to talk to me huh? People saying that I'm a flirt, and whatnots, is that it?
    You wanna believe them, fine, go ahead.
    When I heard stuffs about you I didn't even bother, 'cause I thought I could trust the you that I knew. And now look at the mess I got myself into. I should have trusted those people, the cut wouldn't be that deep.
    Turns out that I don't know you that well, like what you said.

    But what hurts most is knowing that I'll forgive you for everything if you say you're sorry. I'd apologise too, for making you misunderstand, for saying that I hate you when I don't. Problem is, you won't.
    I long to return to the times when you'd call me almost every night, when your messages are the ones that fill up my inbox, when I can think of you and smile. However, times changed. I have to prevent tears from welling up whenever I think of you, and I'm unable to listen to happy, cheery songs if that happens.

    And so now I decided to let go and stop waiting for something that's not gonna be mine. And that's you. What's the point of waiting for someone who doesn't even bother to ask me if what you heard is true or not, for someone who doesn't trust me, for someone who doesn't even want to talk to me?
    I'm so tired of waiting already.