When she told me she was walking back home with somebody else today, my thoughts naturally drifted, and drifted, and stopped until I caught hold of the sight of him.
I pondered, it's been such a long long time since I had somebody waiting for me when class ends. So long.
And I started asking myself - do I hate you?
No. I don't.
I hate myself for not having the strength to withstand another crack running down my heart.
I hate myself for not being able to put more faith, more hope and more trust in you.
I hate myself for not being patient enough and just wait for the better days to come.
I hate myself for not being strong enough to brace myself through all these hardtimes.
I hate myself for not being able to keep my promise and chose to lock you away from my life.
I hate myself for listening to you and move on and let you slipped off from my memories.
I hate myself for still thinking about you, still missing you for every second that passed by.
I hate myself for,
... still loving you.
Like seriously, can anyone tell me - when would this feeling fade away?
