8 years and moving on
Friday, 26 December 2014
My first love, my unrequited love for 8 years got married with his dream girl.
By the end of 2015, he's officially a dad. And im his son's godmother.
And 5 February 2016, I finally decided to confess, a confession that I keep for years.
17:16 of 5 February 2016, I got a rejection from him. I know it's wrong for me to love him, he's all married and have a happy family. But I can't hate him. Yet it's so hard for its to be neutral. He is a nice guy, who I don't think I can replace with.
"I love you once and I love you still but I can't be yours." He said that.
I cried.
"It's okay to cry. It's okay. I might not be the one to wipe your tears away but im sure that you'll be fine."
How I wish I didn't hear his last words. The words I love you are enough for me. I was seven when I first liked him, and now that I'm seventeen, just like how I managed to confess to him, I will manage to move on. I hope so.
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