how are you? it’s been so long since we’ve talked. have you deleted my photos or our chats?
i wonder what i’ll say if we end up in a forced conversation. you probably despise me, i don’t blame you for that
it’s painful knowing you don’t miss me, though i know i don’t deserve it. sometimes i just hope to be a fleeting memory at the very least; when you go to the toilet at suntec or to the bar at katong, or when you look at the photos i made you.
what did i do wrong, where did i go wrong, how come i wasn’t enough? was i too little, was i too much. god please i beg you, i need to know.
unfortunate for me, deep down inside, i know the answer; too afraid to say it out loud
i’m still in denial, i still can’t bring myself to come to terms with the fact. the fact that i made you my everything but to you i couldn’t last being something.