Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Everytime you break my heart, you never took the effort to mend it, all you did, was just to pretend nothing had happened at all, leaving me to mend it myself, and convince myself that things will be fine again.
But do you know that everytime I did just that, i will get a bit more insecure than the previous time. So much so that it accumulate to confusion and loss of trust. I no longer know where I stand in ur heart anymore. I no longer know if you are taking me for granted. I no longer take ur promises seriously. I feel like I am being sacrificed for everything and everyone else.
You broke my heart again last night, and I tried to mend it through the night and appear ok today. But you just crushed it again tonight, just when I thought that the day is going to end perfectly. I really dun know how far can I get being insecure.
You may call me petty and unforgiving. But everytime I feel that sting in my heart, flashes of the past just appear in my mind. The uncountable times when my heart were broken and mended repeatedly.
Maybe I am not fated to have a perfect Valentine's Day.
3:03 PM