the end );

i'll try to make this one short since i still have a lot to do.

i realized this isn't love. maybe i don't really love you.
maybe it's something else, something less than love.
i must've been blinded by the fact that you are rich, good looking, charming and all.
but this isn't love. i am sure.
and if ever it was love, it is not love for you but for who you are, what you have and how you look.
infatuation? probably.
now that i realized that the feeling i have for you is nothing but senseless, i am stopping, i am giving up the feeling i have.
i don't want to go on and be a moron daydreaming about you, about us, because it is one dream that can never be.
no more stories about you, no more kilig moments, no more waiting.
i know you won't come to me. no matter how long i would wait, you'll never come.
i am ending our fairy tale. or rather, my fairy tale.