Each night when I’m alone, this is what I always do secretly. I browse back at all of our pics together from the beginning to now. I see how cheerful our pic is. As I turn to next pic to next pic to next pic, the feelings change. There is no smile or sun in it. All I see was sorrows full of darkness and hatred. I miss seeing the past us. I want it back that way. But it's like the hatred become stronger as days past. With less love left to fight for and overcome it from nothing left. Struggling as much as I can to hold strong the few love left and hoping for each hatred turn to love and bygone. It's not easy doing it alone. When at times you hoping so much that you and he is not only about “marriage” to be with each other and spent time with. You want it to be out of “high” activity. But the hope always will crash. It hard to come true. Must it only be in my dream? Can’t realities be as what you dream of it? No one stays strong forever, not even brick. It will collapse when the...
It's sad how someone can go from being the reason you wake up smiling, to the reason you cry yourself to sleep. Sometimes, being strong means not holding back the tears but letting them fall. It's funny how you think you actually mean something to someone, & they just turn around & prove you wrong.