Feels like there’s a deep stab into my heart.
I was forgotten. It’s unavoidable. He must forget me and find someone who is more suitable with him. Maybe he has found her, so he deleted everything about me. Completely. And he announced it with with me, with her, with everyone: “Now I am totally free.” I am now nothing more than a stranger to him.
I am so selfish. I don’t want to go back to him, but I still don’t want him to forget me. I don’t want to be forgotten. I want him to remember me just like I remember him, always. I would never delete anything I have with him. I would never be able to do that. I will keep it as memories of the first love I had.
People tell me it is nothing to be upset about. But maybe it’ll take sometime for me to pull myself up.
Right now I’m really down…