After a year

A year has passed and I still can’t believe it. I was left hanging alone. All by myself. My brother, my best friends, and everybody else, but me – knows that I just lost the battle.

Timmy is never coming back. He had gone through an arrange marriage with the daughter’s tycoon who bought their father’s company.

All those times that I firmly believed about the story of him not wanting to donate the company for the workers, was just a crap.

The truth is.. he doesn’t want to marry the girl. But he doesn’t have any choice. Because it’s the only way that can save the company. It’s the only way for their reputation to remain respectable.

And I still can’t believe it. And I don’t have the guts to hate him. And I hate myself for understanding everything despite the pain and the desolation. I still miss him despite the lies. I still want him to be beside me, even if he is already married.

My family wants me to live my life as soon as I can cope up with the reality. They were very supportive, so much that it makes me want to drift away. They want me to run away from everything that hurts me, but I want to embrace it more. I don’t wanna run. I want to stay. I want to feel the stabbing pain and the lingering truth. He’ll never come back, but I will still wait for him. Deep down in my subconscious, I’ll welcome him with open arms and love him back as if nothing ever happened. Nothing that can tarnish our love affair.