Never really been the broken hearted one, so when I'm finally in it, it's surprisingly hurt. Now he's back with me, but I don't know, something is lost in this relationship. Not quite sure what it is, but the feeling rejected, unwanted, unworthy, is bringing out my darker side. I can feel that I'm being quieter and quieter every day..
He used to be my goodluck charm, my joy. I have loved him too much, unaware on how fragile love can be. I always thought that he shared my views on relationship but maybe I should remind myself all the time, no two people are alike. We were raised differently, went through life also differently.
For me, family, though they really matters, will never restrain me from living my life. We respect each other decisions, respect each other being. Never for once, I questioned my sisters' choice of spouse, or works, or anything. For me, it's their lives, their decisions, they're the one who's living it. But unfortunately, not the same with him. It's family first, nothing else matters.
It hurt, when I'm the one being sacrificed. It hurt, when I trusted him so much, I never doubted him. But now, it's all bitter. It's no longer a motivating, caring, supporting love. It's a sad love.
And there was my shattered dream. Of being able to curls in his arms each night.. when I got home from work, tired.. He was my comforts.. and now, it's gone. And back to me, myself and I. We only have each other for comforts.. But hey, three is a crowd, right? I shouldn't be so lonely, then..:)
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