the best thing that's happened to me.

remember this post?

sorry my Axes, but apparently i am still not over him. 

he really was the best thing that's ever happened to me. meeting with him, knowing his name, getting to be his one and only God sister, liking him for three years and being with him. really. best ride of my life.

if i continue talking about him i'd probably go into a far-away daze and start smiling, lost in the past.

it's difficult. it's really difficult; to move on, to forget. they say "forgive and forget", but why is the latter so hard to get done in contrast to the simplicity of the former? they don't go together now, don't they? especially if you love the person in question so much.

i can forgive him. i can, but i cant forget. only if he were to be here again, only then could i forgive him and forget; forget the way he had hurt me.

wow, guess what? i actually have 4,441 tweets as i am typing this. i still remember him being so obsessed with achieving 4,444 tweets back then. it was the day which we met after i ended my mid shift at EK, and we went to get pizza...

ugh, my Axes... it hurts! T.T

remember these?

oh aye, i forgot to tell you guys. that ring. back in april, i had ripped the chain off from around my neck and kicked the ring, well, somewhere. i've no idea where it is exactly, but it's around the area where he and i had shared our first kiss, nearly two years ago.

well now that my still-existent feelings for him have been publicised, i don't really have to be sneaky about it anymore, right? precious diary holds much uglier secrets though, but that's another story.

it really does hurt.