One more day, one more time, and I told myself one more chance. But how can I give a chance when you keep on messing up? No, I said one more time, one more chance. Then you screwed up. No more chances, I choose to stop. I cannot consider myself as a bad person, I gave you a chance, but you failed, for the 6th time. I cannot lie, you’re the sweetest and you’re my favorite. You said you like me, and will never give up on me. But…. You lied. But…. You lied. And still, I like you. I forgave you. I gave you chances because I know you will change. You told me you will change. You told me you will leave her… But…. You lied.. again.. Now, tell me who is to blame? I stopped. I even deleted your number. I said I stopped. But you’re my favorite. You’re the sweetest. But I choose to stop. You are not my favorite, nor my sweetest. You lied, never expect that I will come back.
I met you on the 5th of the coldest July. We became friends since then. We went to the movies and kissed goodbye. And on the 4th of August you uttered you like me. We kissed and make out. You held my hand every single day. You kept me safe and warm even on the darkest side. We kissed ,we make out, we hugged, and we held each others arms. You told me “I love you” whenever you can. We kissed ,we make out, and held each others hand. But one day, I saw you weeping in the corner. I asked, I hugged you too. You told me you were sorry. You told me,, something… Something that shocked me.. I touched you. But you… You let go of my hand.. You told me something…. And I was shocked… You told me you slept with someone you met at the bar. I thought everything was perfect between us. I thought we are perfect. I thought you were perfect… You were crying and kept on saying sorry…. I wept, I wept. And then I said,, “pack your things, leave and never come back. I thought we were perfect ,but we were never perfect.” It was 5th of July when I met you. And it was the 5th of December when you left.