Unknown, unwanted, untitled
This is not what I'm expecting. Why must there be a love like this- unknown, unwanted, untitled?
I guess I didn't really make her feel I was capable of love, for whatever its worth. At first, she gave up. She texted me to end our relationship. A senseless relationship. I can't blame her. It's my fault. I won't deny that! I was to blame for our senseless relationship. The second time, she gave me a chance. But still I'm a no show.
She's now working in Digos after her two years pharmacy Aide studies. I'm low in money and I'm really busy so I cannot visit her. This went for five months already. But I texted her just to let her know that she's special. But I feel incomplete. It's not enough. I love her. I know that it's real, I feel it and I keep it. But why must there be a love like this when it's paints and its happiness are untitled? There's something missing.
She's perfect. My friends told me she's rare. Yes! In fact, she's beyond compare. She have many opportunities to meet other gentlemen who are potential life partners. She deserves it! Did I just throw away something- and- someone- that just needed my time and love?
I must admit. I wasn't that good. But I'm trying to reach her. And hoping that tomorrow I'll be able to get through.
*PICTURE: The place where we last time met
Asian Guys prob Magnified