The rush of tears that come to my eyes tell me I haven't gotten over it.
I thought I'd like to know how you're doing, but even seeing your tag on someone else's blog makes me want to die.
I thought I was the stronger one, was I not? I thought you were the one who loved me more, I broke up with you partly because I wasn't sure of my feelings for you. I thought you were the one who was going to have to take a longer time to get over this, with all your suicide threats and crying for hours on end.
I never knew I was so vulnerable.
I need a way out of this. I keep running, hiding, carefully avoiding, but I know the problem's still there.
The memories are still there, vivid, staring me in the face. It's like a trap I keep stumbling into, a trap that fills me with such excruciating memories and the screaming of my heart struggling to get out.
I need a closure, but I can't face it yet. I know I'll just break down and feel as hopelessly broken as the day I told us to let go.
Why me? Why now?
Most of all, why you?
Prelims start on the 27th - it'd be our 22nd month. E Math O's, our second O's paper, is on 27th Oct - it'd be our second year.
I really hope this won't affect my studies.