He never knew.

He didn't have to parade my town just for me to notice and appreciate him. In fact, he didn't have to do anything at all, I accepted him and everything else about him. When he was invisible, I saw him and acknowledged his existence. I was his number one fan, but he never knew that. But despite that truth, I never stopped cheering for him, and not just because I was his lover and best friend, but because I really saw the beauty of his character and talents. I loved him simply because he was genuinely himself, and his simplicity was more than enough for me to appreciate. No title was needed to be given just for me to be proud of him, I was proud of his achievements that he truly worked hard for. I was proud of the person he was when I met him, until little by little, when he went for a title and a dream, I started to become an alien in his life. Gradually, my heart was breaking because he was pulling apart from me. A stinging question ran in my head over and over, does reaching his dreams meant leaving me behind? Damn. I don't see the point why it has to be that way, all I wanted was to be part of his life and the things that come along with it, the joys, pains, success, failures and so on. I was always there and sincerely ready to be with him through anything. Was I taken for granted? Because that's exactly how I feel and it friggin' hurts. But I swear I loved him to bits, so I dealt with the ache. Sigh. I was ready to love him forever, but I guess it's just not gonna work out.

TADAAAA

Alright first of all, I'd like to thank my lil' sister for suggesting me to create an account in here, haha. I know that this is gonna be a good way for me to put my prisoned emotions in verbatim. Blogging pretty much keeps me sane, it's like a hobby and somehow a treat for the heart. It's nice to have something that you can express your thoughts and feelings to when the heart chooses to keep silent. Sometimes, the words that are not uttered are the ones that are most significant. Sooo, hooray to blogger :)