Prior to the previous post.. I met up with him shortly after our breakup. He didn't give me any chance to speak when he initated the break, saying that we would have to meet another day after he has cooldown.
Just as I'd suspected, the real reason for meeting up again was just to get back his stuff from me. He gave me sometime to 'express' myself, note the used of word. His mind was already set and as stubborn as he has always been, he refused to listen, let alone talk. I might as well talk to a wall.
Since now it's really and truly over, I have decided to move on to the next phase of my life. It hurts badly.. but i've been through this shit once in Perth, and somehow, it seems much more bearable this time round.
I've been keeping myself busy ever since we talked and hey, it's not too bad after all. of course i missed the times we had spent together, be it aimlessly surfing the internet, watching random youtube clips, catching a quick espd of friends, seeking comfort in his arms and words. I would go to the extend and say that I really love and gave up a lot for a chance to be together but only to realised how unstable he was as a partner.
That's how love goes. I hurt some, get hurt by some.
but that's not the end. i'll pick myself up and move on ahead.
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