we saw each other yesterday… but pretended we didn’t. my 8th years ex…

hate to admit to myself that there’s a tiny part of me that still holding on. it’s depressing, i felt guilty about the way things were left. it was my fault, it was really all my fault… and i never said sorry. i wish i did something just to not end it the way it ended.

after all, we seems happy now about our chosen life, i think that’s a relief.