Pain

As we get older,  sometimes we get used to things we never wanted to get used to. 

like pain.

A pain of losing someone you love.

After 1 year and 14 days, he told me he loves me, but words weren't enough to show how he felt. And finally, we became official.

And that's how it ended.

I wanted this happiness to last longer. but for him, it was only good because he knows it's only temporary.

So I made a choice, to let go of that boy that I love so much, and love me back, just so I don't have to be in more pain, a year later when he leaves the country.

We left the house in the morning like nothing has ever happened. I took a few things with me that I wanted back, rest just sits there like any other day.

He kissed me goodbye like how he always does on the way to work. But only I knew that it will be the last kiss.

He said he's happy the way it is until the day comes. But I'm not.

I just love him that much.

I wish now that he never told me he loves me me. When he knows it's not forever.