The breakup

It had been a month, since the night he broke up with me. I thought I would never be able to forget how it was. A feeling, I believe, that most of you would have known. It was the feeling of being unwanted - rejected. I had never had this experience before - which made it worse but I was impressed, by how I had healed, by how I had mend the broken pieces of me, by how I had done it alone - YES, ALONE.

I had friends...but it seems like, I wasn't as close to them as before. I guessed i had not paid as much attention to them while I was in a relationship with someone whose name I still had difficulty in writing, or hearing, or pronouncing. That was why it wouldn't be wise or fair to ask them to go through this with me; which was why I saved them from all of the whimpering, whining and complains.
Well, it didn't turn out as good as what I've expected but at least, I was the only one who suffered.

My family wasn't that supportive. In fact, they made it worse. They kept on asking the reasons for his absence. I couldn't really blame them though...They didn't know a thing. I wasn't a good liar but I could lie when it was necessary. The truth was, when I was with him, I lied all the time...To those people who were dearest to me - my parents.

I wasn't allowed to be in any relationship. My family was conservative as any other traditional or u could say, old-fashioned Chinese. I used to hate it. I hate how much It had affected my relationship with my ex. I couldn't go to his home, or went out with him everyday like his brothers' girlfriends did. Well, It bothered him and I used to feel guilty. Even after the breakup, I thought I was the one who was guilty but then, I started to think, my grey cells started to work. We were in a relationship for only 2 MONTHS!!And dear god, I was in the same school as he was!!His reasonings turned out to be unreasonable - completely ridiculous. It hurt me when he told me why he broke up with me. He could just say "I ran out of love" Or "I just don't love you no more". It told someone that It was time to move on. THAT would be enough but he didn't. He sticked to his excuses which I guessed, had been carefully phrased. Luckily, I didn't remember me begging him to come back to my life...to pretend that he loved me. NO...I did NOT do such things. As soon as he broke up with me, He had crushed my prestidge, my pride to a great extent...It took me a long time to realize that I was DUMPED..- Fiuh..now...It wasn't that hard...What a relief...

I promised myself not to live in the past...I would move on...Why would I wait for someone who left me behind? That was a simple logic... I had wasted enough time for him and I planned to waste no more. SO....Guys! n Girls! It might seem impossible but stand up!!U can do it!