Ur presence last night has resurrected the ghost of past. Though happy to see you again (ironically, I wished that I didn’t) after so many years, the sadness that u put upon me when u left came right back. I didn’t know how or what to response when my friends were commenting about you. It’s only that I told them who you were to me that kept them shut up. I tried to drink the pain away, once again, but it didn’t help.
You’ve tried to explain the rationale behind what has happened and what happened to your sob life after me. I felt for it, really. But the truth is, no matter how much that I’m hoping to hold u in my arms and tell you that it’s alright, my defense wall came right up. I don’t want to go thru the mental torture again. You have no idea what you have done to me. I broke down…nope; I shattered into pieces when u left me. It took me half a year to pick myself up again…SO, I seriously hope that you don’t appear in my life again cause for what I’ve done for you, I don’t deserve another mental break down.
Good luck for that dream interview. I wished that I had the courage to text you and wish u good luck. But knowing that you had misplaced your mobile phone, I thought that I shouldn’t. Not that I’m heartless… just don’t want to give you that chance… It’s ok if you don’t understand; I wasn’t expecting you to, anyway.
P.S. Thanks for giving me your new HP number. But I don’t think I will call you ever, again. I rather have that bad impression of you than letting you back into my life again.