the story of my love life

we both know that you'll read this

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i had a very bad break-up recently.

when i got to know him for the first month, my heart told me that he's the one.

with our long term plans.

with our life objectives.

and he really convinced me as a future man of my family.

not until recently, after almost a year.

i found out that he 'is not into commitment' anymore.

at the age of a quarter of a decade.

and then he decided to take it off.

and after i got through a very rough time,

with exams, lab works, financial, family, reports, articles, thesis and assignments,

he came back, asking how and what am i doing,

wanting us to still be connected.

it's not that i hate you.

but you made me hate you.

what pasts is past.

do not open up your memory box and share stories with friends.

go figure out your life.

don't make other people miserable.

you don't make the world wait for you.

you run after it.

sincerely,

your just-recovered-and-now-ready-to-move-on 'stopover'