I met you when I was merely twenty; both so young and was too caught up by our naivete.
We were almost kids, we thought we'd be into this relationship where commitment wouldn't be important, where it would be all fun and games. The kind of relationship that we both thought we signed up for.
Little did we know, it got too serious.. It got too serious until you said to me that you're not ready for this kind of relationship and I, too wasn't ready. We tried to end things but did we succeed? No. Because I was in love with him. I loved him too much; his happiness was mine and mine was his. I couldn't stand the idea of him being hurt. I really loved him. Well, I still do.
We ended things, today. Not sure if it's for good or not but I told him I've given up on this relationship because I realized in the pursuit of making him happy, I got hurt. Holding back is the toughest when you still have strong feelings for that person but god knows how much I miss him.
And god knows why I decided to write like this, again. After I've solemnly sworn to myself that I'd never write this anymore.