Pain demands to be felt. Especially when you allow yourself to reminisce :(

I’m still sitting on the bench where we used to seat. The one that used to be our comfort zone. The place we used to visit every now and then. Where all our plans and dreams were built. The place that serves as the witness of our undying love for each other.

The bench, trees, grass, the wind and river --- they are the one who heard the way we laugh, the way we tease each other. The one who saw how we look at each other. The one who saw how we look at each other. The way we secretly say "i love you".

But -----

Not anymore...

All of this were all forgotten, that every right turned to be a mistake that every good thing became bad.

What when wrong??

Is it he who change? Is it me? Did he felt bored in my side? Did he felt tired? Did he felt unsecured? Did I felt deceived?

Many questions bothered me a lot. There are times I felt I’m the one who’s left behind. I know life goes on. Life should not stop.

What can I do? Do you know some ways to make me feel better?

I have a lot of regrets.

If and only I made this, this, this and this.....

We might not be part be apart now.