Hi. I dreamt about you for two consecutive nights. We were chatting, we were happy. I hate to dream.

I always thought those girls always lie about dreaming about their loved ones so can gain pity. But now I'm experiencing all this myself. I hate it. I hate to open my eyes and realised it's all but just a dream.

I hate to cry the moment I open my eyes. I hate to spend my whole day in heartache. I hate to miss the guy I loved so much but he doesnt miss me anymore.

Forget it.

Here I am, feeling sad all over again, while you can still enjoy outside. I really want to forget you. It's just that I fucking cannot, ok?

But whatever, thanks for all the lectures, the slaps, the punches and for everything you taught me. Glad I once had a boyfriend like you.