Our Love Story - III (The Breakup)

it's after a month into the relationship before we started holding hands. and another 2 months before i started saying, "i love you, too". i know, i'm cruel, but i wanted to be honest. i didn't want to say it if i didn't mean it. eventually, i fell in love with him. but even at the start of the relationship, i had a feeling that we won't last. although he's open and approachable, i felt like he's very distant from me. i opened up to bridge our gap.

until he got a new job. it required physical strength and long hours of work. he usually had to render overtime. he wanted to earn so he didn't mind. but little by little, he lost time for me. after work, he's very exhausted that he could not even text me. he stopped visiting me. we stopped talking.

it would have been okay. i would understand that he's tired and needed rest. i was willing to give him space and relax. but no, it was not okay. while he's telling me he's tired from work that he can't text me, much more visit me at home, i would soon find out that he's out playing basketball. and i could not understand it. how come sending a text message became more tiresome than playing basketball?

i knew that would be the end of our relationship. it was a mutual decision. after 9 months, we broke up. and that was october 4, 2005.