I loved love. I loved being in love. I love people. I love being in love with someone I love.

But I dont think I can love again after this. Before, pag nasaktan ako, nakipagbreak or naiwan, ang alam ko lang sobrang sakit. Na sana balikan ako, na sana maging kami ulit, etc.

Oo, in a way, may part na sana maayos pa within me. At the same time, I hate myself. Sobrang sakit e. Sobrang durog ako. Binigay ko lahat, as usual. I wanted it to be her and me till the end of time. I want us to work things out. Mabait naman ako a. Considerate and understanding. Sobrang caring. Ano pa ba kulang? Bakit konting bagay lang, bakit hirap na hirap siyang ibigay? Di ko ba deserve din na mahalin nang ganun?

I tried being so understanding. I really did. Afterall, you were learning how to love me. But why was it too hard for you? Why is it when you do it for fun, it's easy. Pero when I ask or hint na I want you to do it, ang hirap? I just wanted you to want to do things for me too, just as much as I loved doing things for you.

I really loved you e. Kaso nakakapagod rin pala. Baka walang matira para sa sarili ko.