"I'm not begging for her."
What I'm doing is just walking straight. Walking to my destination.
I wanted to get there. It's my choice. I know that I'll just keep getting hurt, but I don't care.
People say if they hurt you, walk away. For these innocent hearts of ours are not meant to be broken.
But how can one assure these hearts will never get broken?
I always see people, friends, loved ones, get their hearts broken, over and over again.
Different people, different opinions in life. At some point in their life, they get broken.
Yet we don't give in. We don't give up. We always seem to find another person to love.
Still, we get broken, but eventually we'll get there.
I watched my friends cry. Watched them undergo these painful moments.
Some, hide behind a smile. Some, hide behind a laugh. Some, hide behind a computer.
Yet, they all still loved someone. Be it a new person, or someone who's already in their life.
All I want to say is.
I just wanted to show her a different point of view in life.
Heck, I still remember the times when she smiled , she looked beautiful,
That I can't help myself but to stand there and stare at her.
Her laugh, oh my, can't get over it. Her eyes was beautiful. it held so many emotions that time.
The way she moved before, the way she acted. It was so different nowadays.
She was, better before.
And now, shitty things happened. And shit turned her into something else.
Horrible, maybe. She's bitchy now. And she knows it.
I don't blame her for that. That's what she is now.
And I'm happy to go along with the changes.
Still, she's killing herself slowly now.
Addicted to nicotine, alcohol. Perhaps it was due to absence of love.
Knowing her, the girl who has the most pride of them all.
She'll hide her weakness within herself, letting no one else in but herself.
Yes, I love her, everyone knows it, even her. And that alone is enough.
But now, I'm stuck within thyself.
For the last time we've met, it was horrible.
I wasn't strong enough to handle her, addiction.
A party girl indeed. I'll never stand up to that.
Ever since then, we've never talked. Nor even text, chat, anything.
It seems she disappeared in mid air. While I held unto her, she's already gone.
She built my hopes up, making me believe in a moment that wasn't supposed to happen.
Yet she already have fallen in love with someone else.
And here I'am, still insisting upon myself to her.
Now, she's broken once again. Bitter upon the world.
I've met her once again. Still the same girl that I loved.
Even if it's just for a second, I can tell by her eyes,
That there's a problem within her, again.
But this time, it's different.
For, such a long time has passed since we first met.
As if it was still yesterday, I remember them clearly.
However, time takes toll upon me. I don't want to give up, yet I'm slowly giving in.
I have once said, that the best wish I could ever had is to be with her, us, together.
The reason I've said that is because I wanted to take care of her. To lessen the pain she's going through.
I know she's strong, bitchy even. She went a lot of hard times. I watched her go through it.
And now, it felt like, there's no need for me to intervene with her anymore.
Although I still smile whenever she's around, it's not the same feeling I had years ago.
Wherever she is right now, I can only hope that she's alright. That she's feeling good.
It seems my time is finally up. Moving over someone you loved ain't that easy.
Especially if you cared enough for this person to not get over it.
I tried crying, tried to remember every single saddest bit of memory I had of her.
But I didn't. I can't do it anymore.
Am I moving on? Am I forgetting her?
These are the questions that I ask myself everyday now.
Can't believe this will happen soon.
I can still feel her, in my heart, in my mind.
But it doesn't hurt anymore. Do I still love her?
Yes, maybe, perhaps.
I can lie to myself and say no.
She's cute, I guess.
Nah, she's still cute.
Chubby, can't say fat without her getting mad though.
She's pretty, beautiful.
Do I still love her?
I don't know anymore.
Time can only tell.
But I can feel it now.
That a lie is slowly becoming the truth.
What I'm doing is just walking straight. Walking to my destination.
I wanted to get there. It's my choice. I know that I'll just keep getting hurt, but I don't care.
People say if they hurt you, walk away. For these innocent hearts of ours are not meant to be broken.
But how can one assure these hearts will never get broken?
I always see people, friends, loved ones, get their hearts broken, over and over again.
Different people, different opinions in life. At some point in their life, they get broken.
Yet we don't give in. We don't give up. We always seem to find another person to love.
Still, we get broken, but eventually we'll get there.
I watched my friends cry. Watched them undergo these painful moments.
Some, hide behind a smile. Some, hide behind a laugh. Some, hide behind a computer.
Yet, they all still loved someone. Be it a new person, or someone who's already in their life.
All I want to say is.
I just wanted to show her a different point of view in life.
Heck, I still remember the times when she smiled , she looked beautiful,
That I can't help myself but to stand there and stare at her.
Her laugh, oh my, can't get over it. Her eyes was beautiful. it held so many emotions that time.
The way she moved before, the way she acted. It was so different nowadays.
She was, better before.
And now, shitty things happened. And shit turned her into something else.
Horrible, maybe. She's bitchy now. And she knows it.
I don't blame her for that. That's what she is now.
And I'm happy to go along with the changes.
Still, she's killing herself slowly now.
Addicted to nicotine, alcohol. Perhaps it was due to absence of love.
Knowing her, the girl who has the most pride of them all.
She'll hide her weakness within herself, letting no one else in but herself.
Yes, I love her, everyone knows it, even her. And that alone is enough.
But now, I'm stuck within thyself.
For the last time we've met, it was horrible.
I wasn't strong enough to handle her, addiction.
A party girl indeed. I'll never stand up to that.
Ever since then, we've never talked. Nor even text, chat, anything.
It seems she disappeared in mid air. While I held unto her, she's already gone.
She built my hopes up, making me believe in a moment that wasn't supposed to happen.
Yet she already have fallen in love with someone else.
And here I'am, still insisting upon myself to her.
Now, she's broken once again. Bitter upon the world.
I've met her once again. Still the same girl that I loved.
Even if it's just for a second, I can tell by her eyes,
That there's a problem within her, again.
But this time, it's different.
For, such a long time has passed since we first met.
As if it was still yesterday, I remember them clearly.
However, time takes toll upon me. I don't want to give up, yet I'm slowly giving in.
I have once said, that the best wish I could ever had is to be with her, us, together.
The reason I've said that is because I wanted to take care of her. To lessen the pain she's going through.
I know she's strong, bitchy even. She went a lot of hard times. I watched her go through it.
And now, it felt like, there's no need for me to intervene with her anymore.
Although I still smile whenever she's around, it's not the same feeling I had years ago.
Wherever she is right now, I can only hope that she's alright. That she's feeling good.
It seems my time is finally up. Moving over someone you loved ain't that easy.
Especially if you cared enough for this person to not get over it.
I tried crying, tried to remember every single saddest bit of memory I had of her.
But I didn't. I can't do it anymore.
Am I moving on? Am I forgetting her?
These are the questions that I ask myself everyday now.
Can't believe this will happen soon.
I can still feel her, in my heart, in my mind.
But it doesn't hurt anymore. Do I still love her?
Yes, maybe, perhaps.
I can lie to myself and say no.
She's cute, I guess.
Nah, she's still cute.
Chubby, can't say fat without her getting mad though.
She's pretty, beautiful.
Do I still love her?
I don't know anymore.
Time can only tell.
But I can feel it now.
That a lie is slowly becoming the truth.
