
“Why it must be her?”
A question asked to me by an acquaintance of mine.
Thinking back, it’s been weeks since we broke up, with the one I cherished.
“Well, it doesn’t have to be her.”
Scrambling, scrambling, trying to come up with wise reasons.
“Personality-wise and appearance-wise, many are better, but the one I had my feelings for is her.”
Scrambling, scrambling, trying to rationalise my own thoughts. It’s overflowing with emotion.
“And I don’t want to look for another ‘better’ one, because true value can only be assessed when we have lost it.”
Well, there I go.
Her smile and laughter is all that I thought of. She’s beautiful, like a God-sent angel, straight from the heaven.
“And she’s not the only human that is liked by many. I’m not proud of it; it’s troublesome,” I tried to add some info, hoping that it’ll lighten the mood up.
“Haha, your reason’s a good one.”
“Then, what held you back from trying to reconcile with her?”
“She, herself. She still need time.”
Tears start to swell up, yet I’m trying to hold it in, as I’m in a public place.
“And before that, I want to try to to approach her again. Lol.”
“Haha, then go approach her. Chill, enjoy the time.”
“Thanks.”
I really love her. I know that I’m not missing a girlfriend, but her. Yet she’s still hurt.
She hasn’t has a new man yet. Maybe I still have a chance, maybe not. I don’t know, time will tell. But I don’t want to rush it nor forcing anything against her will.
I can only hope the best for her.
