You went Taiwan with him only few months after we parted ways;
the photos uploaded on 5th June 2010.
And you can tell me on 15th June 2010 not to worry that you will leave me,
and tell me you'd see me next year (2011).
I remember us talking on the phone that very night;
we were happy, and I thought you haven't changed.
I thought there's hope, and I harbored.
I thought you meant it, I believed.
I remember suddenly we lost contact again,
I waited.
I remember the day our pact agreed to talk again,
my heart shattered.
But it's okay.
All that I asked, or ask, for is for us to be friends.
And you rejected even the thought of it.
Impossible, you told me.
Now I see why.
It's not my fault.
Not sin on my part.
It's just you being guilty.
I remember myself saying,
"when you break and be friends,
either you're not serious about the break up
or you're not serious about the relationship to start with"
Ours was definitely not the second,
now I know you're not about the first.
Seems like we can really not be friends, never.
I agree now.
We cannot be friends.
Now I'm serious about it.
Now.
It is the last time I'll ever remember your existence.
I always thought it is alright that you don't wanna befriend me,
it's fine, as long as, in me, I maintain the friendliness.
But I realize I'm wrong,
you're but a stranger now, and you always will.
I'll stop walking down to your house every time I go home from AMK.
I'll take out the chain on my key that bears your name.
I'll delete our friendship on fb and the account always on News Feed.
I will. Finally.
Tracy Teo,
From now on,
In my world,
You're non-existent.
I'm not being angry,
neither am I sad.
I'm speechless; I cannot describe.
Fuck off.
