(All this is pure fiction and I had experienced none of this. I have felt neglected after liking a guy (who had no idea I liked him) for a long time and in the end, I ended up getting hurt and he didn't even realise it. I might use this plot as a storyline in the future but for not, lets just call it a drabble. I'd like to call it a poem but its nowhere near beautiful. Plus a number of people liked my blog 'That Someone Special' so here's another sad, love related... thing)

I hate commitments.

I hate how my heart that used to flutter starts to ache.

I hate how my eyes that used to love to look at the sky now stares down at the concrete sidewalk.

I hate how my lips that used to smile can't seem to do the same anymore.

I hate how my hands that used to feel warm because of him now feels cold.

I hate how I can't sleep at night because it doesn't feel as good as when he was snuggled close to me.

I hate how my friends keep on asking me about him eventhough they try to avoid the topic. (I still love them nonetheless)

I hate how sometimes I would stare at my phone, foolishly waiting for a call, a text, an email from him despite knowing he doesn't care anymore.

I hate how sometimes I would bump into his friends and they look at me so pitifully.

I hate how my mind that used to be able to come up with endless dreams now seems lost, no direction at all.

I hate how I can't seem to do anything alone anymore because I've given my all to him.

Giving someone your all is a commitment.

I hate commitments... because when he left me, he took everything I gave to him as well.

That's why I don't understand the quote "Its better to have loved than have lost".

Personally...

I would've rather lived life not knowing the pain.