You break my heart.

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I thought we can put up everything and celebrate Valentine's Day tomorrow but I guess I put too much hope in it. I knew I was at fault for shouting at you last night. You said; once a player, not always a player. Yea, I agreed with you. So once a flirt, always a flirt huh? I just somehow don't trust you like how I do in the past anymore. I feel those insecurities when I'm with you. You need space. And I give you hell lots of freedom, remember that! I don't stick with you in college. I let you have your own space with friends, and I'm still not good enough for that? I'm such a loser to have just bear with you all these times. Because of you, I lost my pride. And it's enough. Hey, let me tell you. I need a man who loves me more than you do. Or maybe whatever you said about your feels for me are all lies. I gave you a lot of chances, but you take it all for granted. So don't blame everything on me. You'd never changed.

I tolerated with you, called you and you started the fight. But I just can't stand when you said this; if you want to leave then leave, but don't ever come back to tell me you love me. All along, is it I'm the one who tried so hard for this? You're the one who wanted to start this relationship all over again, but ended up you're the one who asked me to leave. Wow, you're sorry now. That solves absolutely nothing. Every insults you said half an hour ago makes me realized that you're not worth to get the best of me. All the good times we had might have just been a game you played in my head. I won't be replying every single messages you send to me today, so stop wasting your time and credit. I had had enough of all the shits you put on me. We're over and I'm finally moving on. Thankyou for all those insults. I don't give a damn shit to this relationship anymore.

I know you will be reading this, just let it be a nice ending. All these times, I wish you would just put in more effort, called me more often, met me more often, told me you love me more often but more important than anything, showed me you love me more often. But it's too late. I want a breakup, really. That's all. Leave me alone.

And I'm now hating this url as much as every single memory in it. I'm leaving. I don't know when I will be back. Maybe tomorrow, maybe not.