I don't know why I still think of you. You've already deleted me from your life. And I promised that I would as well, out of spite.

I don't really know how I'm going to cope this birthday. I wonder if you'll say happy birthday.

Hey look. I wish you could see this. But you can’t, which is why I’m posting it here because I lack the ‘balls’ to tell them to you anyway.

As much as I’ve missed you, you’re fading away. Like how I’ve probably faded away from your life. I’m moving on, and I hope you are too. I like how you say you still care, because like you, I do too, and amidst the angry feelings of rejection, hate and anguish I believe I still love you enough to care about you. I don’t know if you feel the same, and I don’t know if it’s just be being too nice or whatever. I won’t do anything to hurt you more than I should, and if others ask me about how I’m feeling all I’ll tell them is the truth. And if others ask how we have done, well, it’s the truth too.

You wanted me to be strong, didn’t you? Well I’ll be. I don’t want others to be hurt in this- its not worth it. Let me be the only one’s that’s hurt, because at least that way others won’t feel the hurt that I feel/had felt. Perhaps that’s all I’ve really got to say to you, because we haven’t spoken in a long time. Which is normal. I understand. Always know that I’ll respect what you do if you respect mine too. Alright. That’s all I’ve got to say. You’re never going to read this, so you won’t know. But I hope you’re doing all right- even though you’ve deleted photos of us on facebook. Just so you know, I’ve deleted photos of you on my handphone and my Itouch as well. Just so you know. And also know that I still care. Whether or not you’ll still remember me, I’ve no control over, so best wishes, and all the best in all you’re doing. I’m still your friend, and if you act like you actually wanted to be friends, I can too.

Yours truly,

Julyn.

I’m crying just posting this. No I’m not. I’m fine.

I love you, I love you not

I wonder what love really is.

I think that love is undeniable. We don't love someone because someone has done something good for us, or been there for us. We love a person for the way the person is. Similarly, we can't simply say that we no longer love a person just because the person has done something that has hurt or harmed you. Which sometimes makes me wonder if relationships are really about love at all. Because if they were, would there even be breakups?

Like is not love, and love is not lust. I don't think money is an illusion. I think love is.