if I could just turn back the hands of time, I’d go back to the time where you’re still mine. I’d hug you tighter, kiss you longer, listen to all your stories and endless whining, I’d be more patient whenever you’re having you’re mood swings. I’d try harder to give you all the things you want, and if I could just, I swear I’d love you better.

     unfortunately nobody can bring back what was gone. I should accept the fact that everything between us is already done. you’re fed up and sick with all my mishaps, faults and excuses. I know there is no one to blame aside from me. the reason behind all this madness is me. I’m crying, deeply in pain, and all the blame goes to me.

     I’m left. alone — reminiscing alone. I never thought it would end up this way. maybe I was just too confident that I’m going to have you and our love forever, not noticing all of it went slipped out of my hand. I tripped over, I woke up and everything is already over. you’re gone, it’s long gone, but I’m still not over it. I never thought it would be this hard. too dumb, too careless, now I’ve got nothing but regrets.