Happy Endings.

Everything’s done. After all of the promises, sacrifices, tears and love I’ve gave to him, he chose to throw everything. I loved him from the very start until at the end. ONLY him. And I know he knew that. And I just can’t take it but to smile whenever he told me that he loves me too. But unfortunately, it’s not only me, but the only number two. And it kills me whenever I remember the things we used to do, we used to talked about, we used to eat and how we used to laugh at each other. Yes, once more, another bulk of pain was stocked in my deprived heart. How do I get out of this? Do I really look like a plaything for them to cheat and fool? Isn’t “I” enough!? What the hell do they need more?! I once disagreed with my friends when they told me that all boys are just the same. But I was wrong. They just do good, get sweet, say iloveyou, give you flowers, be nice, kiss you, hug you .. and after they’ve got what they want, they just evaporate in like a snap. Leaving you behind with all the burdens and heartaches left inside yourself. And now, poor little girls, left all alone and like picking up those f*cking pieces of ourselves that once, so complete and well. Girl friends, let’s not get in a hurry. God would surely give us the PERFECT guy in the perfect time of our life. And probably by that time, things would be so ideal and faultless. And finally, we will find our real happiness.