Dear blog, Andrew and I are over.
Until now, it still pains to for me to remember especially when sudden flashbacks of what you've had and what you shared all come rushing like a sudden torrent in a waterfall. You can finally hear the heartache of one hand clapping. It's been two weeks ago.
But I was the one who called it quits. Nothing matters to him but only himself. Too selfish, while I was too idealistic. I guess I'm still naive -- and he knows that. But he failed to be extra-caring to the fact I . I only had a few simple demands, while he had a lot.
The sex may be great, but what happens between those sexcapades pinned me the most -- security. The most crucial thing aside from his care, trust and love that I have to feel the most.
I'd like to think that I never regretted giving time, affection and uh, devotion to him.. but I do regret them. I regret spending almost four months of dating where in the end my heart got tired.
Honestly, I haven't cried. And maybe will not. My Tio Pablo (Neruda) has kept me company ever since. But if I do, then I will.
Dear blog, tonight and in any day I can write again. Not only the saddest lines.
