Dear H...

I am letting you go...

Not because I stop loving you.. but because you stop loving me.

Don't worry. I can easily accept it now. No more tears. No more heartbreak. 

The missing part is getting lesser and lesser.. Thanks to the busy schedule and maybe new love...

I just want to clear something here before I am totally switch off on what was the last thing of our memories.

I loved you. Yes, I do. And will love you forever because you are my 1st love. Its been 8 years, and it is still there. But you stop.

You said I have not spend much time with you. If you really look at it... I am actually spending more time with you than others. 

I am happy with my family. Of course, I am happy every time I am around Ariadna and Arian, like everytime I am with you. They are my love, my life and my world. I am happy because I can spent even for a limited time with them compared with you.

You said I should marry you long ago... you must have forgotten about what your favorite auntie had cost me. What she had done.

You said I didn't do anything until now to change our lives. I did. I work for it very hard until I have to sacrifice my time with you and the kids. But it took time because I am doing it alone with no help. But where are you? Sabah? Singapore? Do you help me? No.. 

Do I love you? Yes. But do you? No. You stop.

You said your family are angry at me. Of course. But would that stop me from loving you? You stop.

Your mother never like anyone you bring home. But I know her too well like you do. Mothers like that. And there's always one thing that can make them soft.

The rest of your family. So what? I just don't care like how you felt for Arian. They will forget soon or later. And when you grow old. They just won't be there for you.

Do I care for you? Yes. But do you? You only asked money everyday.

You have friends around you and new bf to give you love. But I can assure you that you won't get the kind of love and care I have for you.

I don't want to regret anything. And I don't want you to regret anything.

You knew what I wanted. You knew that I didn’t have everything. Not all of you. You were never all of mine. But, for some reason, you thought it was okay. And you say you don’t get how I felt like I wasn’t enough? To feel the way I did, and know that everyday you felt the same way, or you just lied to me about it, and I still wasn’t enough? How can you possibly move forward from that. 

And then you left. And that was it.

Well I guess that’s just what you do.

Forever and Always,

Me.