You know who you are, if you're reading this, please stop. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I apparently have.

How much it hurts, to be called a burden. Not just by any simple person, not a mere stranger, but the one you've loved with all your heart all this while. Suddenly things just changed and hit me, it was too much to bear and to take. And there was simply no chance for me to breathe, no time for me to think it through, it all happened in a flash. And I never got to see you even one time just to try to work things out. At that point, sure, there was nothing left to be said, the love that was once so beautiful just died on the spot without much deliberation.

No chance, no mercy. Discarded, used and thrown away. The past, the memories mean nothing, for it is the now that matters. The promises of being there for each other always, that we'll make it through, that we'll always be true to each other and try to work things out between us. So they were nothing but empty promises.

I took them for real, I took your word for it. I did my best, I always tried to be there when you needed me, helping you out whenever I could, staying strong when you were away and out of the country for months, with no booking in and out, nights out whatsoever. Never doubting us, never faltering, never wavering.

You couldn't even last two months, and just turned and bared your fangs at me, a person I completely didn't know.

And after all that, much more was lost. So many friends. So much. Why can't I just discard all these like you've done with love?

It's not even right for you to do this with friendships, let alone with love. But with you giving up on me just like that... It makes it so difficult to hold on to everything else now.

When so many people have given up on me already, the many people that I thought would be there for me, even without this happening.

But hey, this doesn't mean I'll give up now.

Life goes on. It's difficult to go on like this, but that's no reason to stop trying.

I... Loved you.